She was very cute and studious. There were only 10 Hindi students in our class 7 girls and 3 boys. I did not know anything in Hindi during that time s...nce she was bright and smart. I was afraid of talking with her although our parents were friends. I did not care about her during those years.After 3 years, I was in plus one (11th standard). Even now, Hindi was my toughest subject. I was an average student in my school days but she was quite good in studies by that time, she had grown into a. Beg me, honey to feed you!" I taunt. This is what I love...my husband so submissive, so compliant to my demands. "Please, baby, make me cum....I need it..MMMMMMMM...!" he moans as I continue to tongue fuck his ass and stroke his hard cock. "Please what... tell me....what are you going to do...if I let you cum... what are you going to do for me? I want to hear you, Michael, beg me to feed it to you!" Please, honey, please feed me.... Feed me my cum... make me eat it, OH! I want it so bad, make. . kill me now.” I said in a whisper.“I’m listening and I’d prefer it if you not be killed.” A feminine voice told me. I grabbed my head in pain as I sat up too fast. The pounding in my head felt like someone was hitting me in the skull with a hammer. Luckily the aches and pains in the rest of my body took my mind off my headache. I heard a small laugh in the same direction.“Lay back and relax, Meredith, your aches and pains will go away in a bit. Your body is starting to change to the way I. ”Trish smiled and said, “You know that you’ll have to model it for me.”I looked down at my almost fully recovered cock, took the extra sock from the bed, and slipped it over my cock. Half of the sock was hung down and she laughed.Trish had gotten most of my sock in her pussy and had left just enough hanging out so that se could remove it when necessary. Then I watched just as intently as Trish dressed herself. I was sure looking forward to her coming back later.I did not bother to get dressed.