Burgess, my band director, volunteered to wait with me until my parents arrived. He was an extremely attractive 36 year old man who looked similar to...the young Elvis. As the rest of the students took off for home, we soon found ourselves alone in the band hall. I felt a little uneasy by the way Mr. Burgess was acting. He was looking at me in a way that made me feel like he was undressing me with his eyes. Maybe it was because what I was wearing. Being a young Hispanic girl, I had nicely. His view was one of beauty, her body on display in front of him. She was beautiful sitting there, her hips tight against his. Her breasts were large, her nipples erect. He reached up to take them in his hands, massaging them as she moved her head back and closed her eyes. He felt her hips raise as she started to move slowly up his cock. She released him completely, then immediately lower herself wholly onto him again. Her motion was slow and deliberate. With every release, she would drop her. But I decided I liked it. I guided him to the sofa and I went inside to get him a glass of fresh juice I just squeezed. I got it in a tray and walked up to him.I leaned down in front of him, as low as I can.. so my small boobs weighed the choli down and opened it further. As expected, his gaze went right down there as I offered him the glass and I held my position like that for him to look down my blouse at my boobs.“Fresh squeeze juice uncle. The fruits were quite ripe and fresh uncle,” I said. My fiery tendrils then touch the young Darrakhai lord, sending short surges of exquisite pleasure through his body. In my mind I see his heart and feel its strong double beat. I can hear his blood coursing through his arteries and draining through his veins. It is like a vessel of spun glass, this heart of his; a translucent and fragile receptacle wherein his life force dwells. My tendrils become slender fingered hands of invisible flame and with these I grasp it, making him wince slightly. I.