We went to a mid. class italian resteraunt and had a nice dinner then returned to my house. the second we entered the door we started raoidly kissing ...nd touching eachother. i told her to lock the door and meet me in my room upstairs. i rocketed off up the stairs took my shirt off as i could hear britt running up the stairs. she entered the room as soon as i got my shirt off and threw me back on the bed. the worked impressively fast at un buttoning my jeand as i did to her tight shirt soon. . Shit. I messed it.” Angry with myself, i just drove back home fast. In later days, I tried to meet her after school and made a few calls.. but she cut the calls once she heard my name and always evaded my attempts to talk to her. I let it go after that. Didnt make any effort for 3-4 months.One fine day, i could take the silence no more and sent her a very long emotional text about how i was sorry, and i just want to apologize. I didnt expect any replies, but to my surprise, i got a call from. He looked at the clock and saw that there was still plenty of time before his wife was due home. He looked at Miss Cane and asked eagerly, “So how does it work now?“Miss Cane said, putting a more stern look on her face, “Well, as this is school role-play, you will now address me as 'Miss' at all times, and, as we are at your home, I would suggest that you get undressed and that I deal with you with you naked. I stay dressed which helps with my dominant role over your submissive one.”Bert licked. And I loved her response. A stage came when, when I removed my mouth from her breast, her nipple was throbbing. That was our intensity of our love making that morning. Slowly I removed the knot of her Saree. She hadn’t worn a petticoat! My love was making it easy for me to make love to her. And once again I looked at her and feasted my eyes at her feminine treasure. She suddenly felt shy and covered her face with her hands. “Don’t look at me like that master. I feel so shy” she said. “Why?.