The Day passed normally as we spent time together discussing business, watching TV and Sarika also remembering their old common friends during College...days. The rain had not stopped and our evening started with a round of Drinks. Although Sarika usually never is sport for a drink, she also joined in for a short one. As I and Raj downed a few drinks through entire evening and also through our dinner, we were both high. Sarika had finished her after dinner Chores and also joined us in our. The powerful muscles in her legs tried firing out like a gymnast coiling for a back flip and it was all Preston could do to keep them pressed tightly to her chest. Her head thrashed back and forth as his tongue burrowed in deeper, circling the tight knot of flesh. She spat out a series of obscenities, not in English, but her native tongue, things she thought she had long ago forgotten. They came racing back to her now though. All it took was a tongue to the ass. His tongue. She could die. He never fails. He never disappoints. We rolled off each other, panting, blowing, humming, sighing. When I woke up Sunday after eight, Dimitri was gone from my bed. I knew where he was, so I went to the kitchen to start coffee and start the day. Christine must have heard me stirring because she showed up seconds later. “Good morning, Clair.” Christine said this to my back, as I was doing the coffee. I felt her stroke me, starting at the tops of my arms and gently bringing her palms down the. Bowing my head I mumbled “Yes, sir.” “What was that?” Mr Carlo looked even more annoyed. “Yes, Sir,” I pronounced more clearly, looking him straight in the eyes. * After the bell rang everyone rushed out of class as fast as possible, being a Friday afternoon. I sat at my desk, upset that Mr Carlo was annoyed at me. I wanted to get him alone, but not like this. “Cara.” I looked up. “Please shut the blinds so the other students don’t pull faces at the window and come and sit by my desk.” I did as.