Sometimes while talking intimately with each other, we used to share our fantasies. Rahul always fantasized his first honeymoon night to be filmed. He...always wished to film it and preserve if as a memento, may be to view sometimes in his old age. He used to talk about it to me. I had a secret hidden wish to be shared by two males who loved me. But I felt shy to tell it to Rahul or Ravi.In due course,I got married to Rahul. He had arranged for our honeymoon in a Hotel in Goa. He invited Ravi. Her hand trailed down over her sweaty breasts. Her nipples were still engorged and sensitive. A thrill shot through her body as she lightly rubbed them. There was a slight burn were John had lightly bit her nipple.But lately, she wanted more. The guilt engendered by her need gnawed at her. Her son, Sam, fucking her on the plane had awakened an aching chasm of need in her. It was an evil need, a demeaning need. It took her into the abyss of social and moral degradation. It was so wrong! Still. " Babs, can you run round to the staff room, and see if the coaches are there? If we can, I'd like them there too!"Word quickly got around. Sixteen girls, sixteen boys, four teachers and a significant number of friends and fans, quickly filled up the hallway outside Mrs. Maxwell's classroom. It wasn't long before the door opened, but it seemed like forever.Diane was first out of the door. Rebecca had a questioning look on her face and a thumb up. Diane flashed her daughter a big smile and. “Aren’t we supposed to tip her?” I asked.“Normally hotel staff are quite blatant about soliciting tips, but she didn’t give me a chance,” said Joanna.I was rather grateful: tipping hotel staff was an expense I hadn’t reckoned on.We removed the covers off the food platters and looked at what Marcus and Cayenne had ordered. They’d both chosen the soup for starters. For main course, one had chosen a huge steak with fries and a token portion of vegetables. The other had chosen a salad with a couple.