Was she a naturally good teacher, or was he trying extra hard to impress her? Who cared? “‘Leaf’ is ilai,” she said, “but ‘no’ is illai....Can you hear the difference?”“Yes! Yes I can!”“Very good.” She smiled. “You said you know the Tamil alphabet? Try to read this out loud.” She tapped some keys and pointed her laptop at him. It was a Tamil website showing some song lyrics.Tony squinted and slowly read:“Paattu paadava— hey, I know this song!”Manjula looked impressed. “You do?”Tony started to. However as I always do, I gave myself a stern talking to, got a grip on myself and reverted back to purring. For the next few weeks the possibilities ran through my mind. What I could do? What would bring him pleasure? What would completely blow his mind and what was to be the order of things? I felt like I was formulating a recipe of sorts...a dash of sexy, pinch of sensual and a whole heap of spice and heat. . The anticipation was thrilling, terrifying and extremely arousing. I had intended. She was dressed in the same short skirt and blouse from the night before. I glanced at her legs and wondered if she had any underwear on. Marissa was standing nearby, wrapped in a white terrycloth robe with a cup of coffee in her hand. “How do you like your sausage?” Kaitlyn asked.“I don’t know. Marissa how do you like my sausage?”“Hmm, I think that your sausage was fine. You dope.”Tony walked in wearing a suit and tie. “Ok you two, time to get up for breakfast and I have to get to. Dora too told me that she was home so I asked her to get that same account number from my desk and waited.When Dora opened that door and saw me she rushed into my arms and kissed me. She told me how much she had missed me. Then I shoved my hand up under her skirt, she cringed, and there were no panties to keep my fingers from sliding right up into her pussy, her wet pussy, and her freshly used pussy.I said, “Bobby Brown had a lot of cum to give you.”Dora said, “I’m so sorry. You have been gone.