“Good morning Peter. Are you ready for the next phase of your tour of the Holy Land? I have a friend, another tour guide; the day after tomorrow we�...�re going to join him and his group in the “Old City” on their procession along the Via Dolorosa to the Church of the Holy Sepulcher.”“That sounds wonderful, David. I can’t wait.”“In the meantime, let’s get going; we have a long trip ahead of us.”The sun was already heating up the morning. Even though it was the middle of November, the temperature. I clearly remember that it was nearly 9’o clock in the morning when I reached the staff room. It was very early in the college and a few students were waiting in the classes while the staff room was just empty. Only the peon was there but she was doing some other chores outside.I was just looking over the book and preparing for my lecture when shipra came inside and said “good morning amit sir”. She was dressed in a very light yellow suit and I could clearly make out her flowery bra underneath. "We're on an exchange programme from OSU to Amsterdam." Well I'm 42 so yes I guess I could be your father's age" I laughed. "Perfect" she said, "You are a year older than he is. May I ask you something, since you admit you are a pervert and have been ogling my butt already, this early in the morning?" Ask away" I said, intrigued."Would you like me to give you a blow job, right now in your seat? It's a one time offer, and has to be here in the carriage."My cock stirred at the idea but I was a. ” I tried to understand the words coming out of his mouth but for some reason I found it harder and harder to focus on anything other then having my hole…my pussy…filled again. “We also extended her jaw, distended her throat, and as an added bonus,” he chuckled, “we lengthened her tongue to get all those hard to reach spots. We also took the liberty of molding a cup to one hand and forming the other into a sort of scoop. All in all though she is the perfect example of a human toilet.” His words.