I followed his lead and moved my hand to his thigh. As my hand moved upward I brushed across his erection through his shorts and I could feel it was s...bstantial. I didn’t hesitate to explore further by grasping his penis through the shorts. Andre involuntarily jerked at my touch, and now I had no doubt that it was big; certainly bigger than Rob’s. That gave me a sense of satisfaction.Andre moaned at the touch of my hand and I felt him start to rise from the ottoman. He obviously was ready to. "Much better," I muttered, and patted her head. I turned to the first student, a handsome young gentleman named Abercrombie, standing in front of Miss Bascombe, a delicate little thing. "Very good, then. Mr. Abercrombie, you're up. Here's your test. What number are you in line?" "Number one, Mr. Fletcher," he beamed excitedly. "Very good, young man. An A for you. Please take out your cock and fuck Miss Winslow's mouth, would you?" He practically fell over himself whipping out his stiff member. She felt herself on display for anyone who looked through the crowd, how the air was cool against her skin. His hand grasped her naked ass cheek, one then the other, as he continued his assault on her poor, wet pussy.“Sexy bitch,” he grunted. “That’s it, help me do you.”Her body complied. She felt her freed ass jiggling as she rode his fingers. Up and down. Fuck. Why did it feel so good? She felt cut off from her body. Her whore body was betraying her. A voice in her mind was shouting at her.. I had left my family behind in Delhi. I am 50 years old and can cook myself. I had joined my duty and was working from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. ( 5 days a week).It had started to snow and there was also a freezing cold wind in Pahalgam. It was Friday evening, so I was looking forward to a nice week end at home. Because of the freezing cold wave coupled with snow there was hardly anyone on the roads.I got a servant to cook and look after my house, through my office colleagues.. His name was Afroz and.