Can I help you undress?”Without waiting for an answer she had my shirt and trousers on the floor in a flash. I had worn black briefs over my jock st...ap and both women had their gaze focused on them. Relishing the attention I dropped them to the floor exposing my very erect cock poking out of my crotchless jock strap.“Fuck that is huge,” they both muttered in unison as Margaret removed her blouse, exposing a brilliant pair of tits with very erect nipples. She then removed her slacks to expose. . aahhha ah ab chalo bhi..”I lifted her in my arms and walked towards my room my darling student garlanded her arms around my neck. I dropped her on my bed she sat on the bed… dangling her legs.. I was totally naked below my waist as my pajama was dropped near the computer.. and my flag pole made tent of my shirt. By seeing this Rani giggled and said “…. sir, yah kya chupakar rakhe ho…” and winked at me.. “yeh fuck pole hai tumhare nanhi bur chodne ke liye thayyar hai.. chalo apni sir ko apni. “But if you breath anything about this to a single other living soul, you have no chance. No. Chance. Got it? Not your best friend, not your mother, not your priest, nobody. This happens in secret, or not at all. I said got it?!” I raised my voice, with a whip-crack on the final syllables.He nodded, and I smiled. I knew that he would not tell. I had him wrapped around my finger. I wandered over to one of the toilet stalls, doing up my shirt. I reached in, grabbed some toilet paper and quickly. Then with what seemed practised grace, Delia guided the activity into much more physical love-making. The transition from aural to sexual intercourse had clearly taken the film crew by surprise, as they anxiously jostled into the appropriate positions with the appropriate selection of camera and audio equipment, as Emma started licking around the exterior of Maisie’s cunt, allowing almost all her tongue on occasion to delve inside its opening. Then Delia herself joined in, taking control of.