I think she wanted something verbal, some response from the cognitive side of my brain."You're serious," I said.It was a statement, not a question. A ...housand thoughts whipped through my head, with the foremost being the jolting realization that my position in this house was not as precarious as I had at first thought. In fact, I suddenly felt pretty damn smug. But I wanted to see how much it meant to her."Let's get this straight; you want me, a much older man, to teach your underage daughter. Mera friend us waqt bola, “Abe ye teri deewani ho gayi hai. Ise hum dono se chudna hai rand ki tarah.” Fir to bas sone pe suhaga.Usko uthake side pe bithaya. Aur khinchke gaand pe thappad mara. Woh sidha lund pe hath ragadte hue chain kholke lund tatolne lagi. Main uski balon pe hath lagake muh ko lund pe touch karvaya. Usne pehle puri tarah se lund ko nihara fir ek saans mein sugandh li.Fir ek straight lick kiya then dhire dhire chaat te hue pura muh mein leliya. Dhire dhire gote bhi chus rahi. "You're not done yet." While she was showering I heard someone enter the house. I waited for someone to enter her office space, where I was waiting. I could hear footsteps but no one came down the hallway or appeared at the doorway. "Did someone come in?" she asked when she returned to me. She was wrapped in an oversize towel and still dripping wet. I told her I'd heard someone and she disappeared down the hallway. When she came back, there was a whole new look on her face. She untied my hands,. The drapes closed electrically, and the lights dimmed, and then the movie started. It was odd at first. A glowing ball seemed to move around the screen, then it expanded to show two beautiful young women walking around the gardens. I figure the film lasted maybe thirty or forty minutes. A succession of young girls, always in pairs, showed the grounds and talked about their interests. In some cases, those interests and desires were rather explicit, if not downright kinky. Finally, the film.