I began teaching her son from that day itself. Every day I and her son would sit in the hall to study. Many a times Nazma would come and sit in front ...f us doing some house work like cutting vegetables or knitting etc. Many days passed and I never missed a day to go and teach her son. All these days I did only two things teach her son and gaze his mother’s luscious body. Many a times I had witnessed her returning my stare with her stare. That time my friend was transferred to Chittagong from. "Dad, don't worry. You're the best."Then she kissed my cheek. I was on cloud nine all the way to Heathrow.All the positive thoughts were needed since in three hours there was no extra time while changing planes in Heathrow. Changing planes in Casablanca would probably never be fun. When we finally arrived in Togo, I was not surprised that, though we were there, our luggage was not. Nor was I surprised that there was no one to meet us at the airport. Once again I would be officially paid by a. My clothes grew wetter and I grew colder under that horrible rain.I had been just twenty minutes but it seemed like hours. And now i had to pee again. Then I walked again towards the woods, pulled up my dress and squatted. My naughty fingers touched my hot wet cunt. Maybe playing with my pussy would take my mind off of how cold I was. Then I satred rubbing my swollen pussy lips. My cold fingers against the smooth shaved skin made mr shiver but not from the cold. Slowly my middle fingertip. ” “I’m going to take pleasure in watching you suffer.” Both of the girls laughed and said, “Let’s get started!” “Tim,” Samantha said. “Do you know what a milking is?” “What’s that you bitch?” “Well, it looks like we are going to have to show you huh Tim!” replied Samantha. “I will do the honors on this one,” Samantha replied. She walked over to the table that Nancy had set up and picked up the vial of medicine that Nancy had used the night before. She picked up a syringe and began to fill it..