“Come closer, sweetie. It’s okay, I don’t bite… well, maybe a little.” I came closer. It didn’t occur to me until years later, but she was...putting on a show worthy of a professional stripper, all for my sole benefit. I think maybe my obvious excitement, appreciation, and arousal thrilled her and inspired her to that performance, my rigid cock, flushed face, awkward muteness and racing heart and breathing fueling her own arousal and excitement, encouraging her exhibitionism. She was just the. Now, aren't you going to thank me, and beg to be allowed to eat?” “Th- thank you master.” Thanking her took some forcing, but I was somewhat used to it. Begging to be allowed to eat it was...more difficult. I knew from experience she would demand that I be specific. Being treated as an animal was one thing, but begging for it, in front of her friends, that was another. I tried to marshal all my will, to try and force myself, but it was painful and demeaning. My spirit rebelled, even as I. She was trying to say something.Prof. Ashu: do you like me?Me: Ya, kind of.Prof. Ashu: Then show meI couldn’t believe my ears. I jumped up and kissed her. Professor Ashu’s carves felt perfect. She had good boobs though it looked like her chest was flat from a distance. Her hair was coloured reddish-brown with henna.But otherwise, she looked good. She broke free from my grip and led me to the back. I held her from behind as we spoke.Prof. Ashu: You can call me Ashu when we’re alone.Me: And you. I confronted her in front of them and sobbing she confessed that “I wasn’t the father of her c***d.” It was another guy from our school who she was sleeping with. Her excuse was that he seduced her and when she got pregnant she figured that since we were going to get married in June, everyone, naturally, would think the baby was mine. She had been fucking him since October while practicing piety with me. Boy, did I feel stupid.The elders apologized to me and I left that day feeling a lot.