The first two were telemarketers. The third, was Jasmine: “It’s Monday 4 pm just thought I would check in to see how things were going. Call or me...sage me when you get this, catch you later.” Will wondered how he missed the blinking light, three days in a row. The fourth was a click/buzz, no message. The final and newest message was again Jasmine and she sounded perplexed, “Are you avoiding me? I know you have my number.” A long pause followed by, click! “Well shit, I blew that one, AB,” Will. Sally sat me down at her kitchen table and than pulled another chair around the table to be on the long end like me. She sat right across from me and reached to twist my chair to face her. Sally than sat back and crossed her long sexy silky legs. I KNOW she knew what she was doing to me. I just sat there not knowing what to expect, and too afraid to move. Sally took a cigarette from a pack and in an almost choreographed, yet natural and very feminine manner, she held it to her painted lips and. .? To naana muskura kar bole bhai jab mujhse apni bur ke baal saaf karwa sakti hai to kya itna bhi nahi bataayegi…? Naani ghabra kar boli kahin aapne bahu ko bhi to nahi chod diya…? To naana jaan haste hue bole haan choda to hai aur isme buraayi kya hai hamaara khaandaan hi chodu hai ab tum jab apne ladke se chudwaati ho aur tumhaari beti bhi usse chudwaati hai to maine bahuu ko chod kar bhala kya galti ki…? Aur haan ek baat tumhe aur bataaun mujhe to aarzoo ke bhi chaal…chalan achhe nahi lag. Now, he was also moving his hips as he sat in the chair forcing to shove more and more in the back of my throat but pulling out fast, giving me a complete mouth fucking under his desk. Soon his sighs and muttering was changed to talking obnoxious and dirty, repeating the fuck word, made me focus on my teacher’s navy trained penis. “O’ fuck! You are going to make me cum, bastard bitch”. He was close to shoot his lava and his language was becoming utterly nasty. I could feel his cock stiffen and.