Each and every sight of Keerthi mam was turning me hard under my pants.I was very eager to suck the juicy lips and voluptuous boobs of Keerthi mam. To...lick her navel like ice cream and to fuck the hell out of her pussy. Days were passing and I was getting frustrated. I was determined not to lose patience.After a month, time took a toll on me.I told Ashok that since we are waiting for the things to happen it is getting delayed. So I decided to create an opportunity and told a plan to him. He too. I’d come home from school, go straight into the bathroom, and pump my dick to orgasm as I focused my thoughts upon her and her body. By now I fantasized about more than just feeling her breasts. I began to dream of actually putting my dick in her pussy and fucking her. I also began to visualize slipping my dick in her mouth and having her suck me off. Then one day I think the memories of the loss of my dad totally overwhelmed her. She spent the entire day alternating between crying and staring. She noticed the movement in my pants, smiled and said, “It’s nice to be appreciated.”I laughed and assured her, “I will always appreciate you. My biggest worry right now is that I’m going to smother you or come on like a stalker. You’re all I can think about. I want to be with you every minute of the day.”She squeezed my thigh and said, “Me too! I know girls are supposed to act cool and play hard to get. But Christ, Dean! All I could think about when I got home last night and nearly all night. " Yes, master. Yes, sir."I stood up, feeling the device dangle from my body for the first time. It felt like someone was continually touching my cock and balls. But I knew no one could. No one apart from my master."You will leave now. I will see you next month outside my house. No earlier, no later. Understand?" A month? No sir, I can't go a month. Are you joking?"The stranger took his phone from his pocket and clicked a few buttons. This was the first time of many I would receive a painful.