Then the camera went in for a close-up and the boys could see the lad’s lips going up and down on Sir’s big cock. The boys started fidgeting. Some...of them felt proper uncomfortable. “That’s fucking gross!” “I always knew Sir was a faggot!” A couple of the boys got up. “I’m getting out of here before he comes back and fudge packs the lot of us.” “He shouldn’t be teaching. He’s sick!” A few more boys left the classroom in disgust. But there were still a dozen or so boys left. They were just. Nephi pushed it open and we stepped onto a wider hallway. It was dark, no lights on it, but the floors here were polished marble that reflected by our lanterns.“This way,” Nephi purred and went left.A slave rounded the corridor, a woman with a gold collar about her neck and carrying a tray. She didn't make so much as a sound at the sight of us. She merely shrank into the wall, her body trembling beneath the diaphanous robes she wore. The wine in the decanter sloshed.We strode past her. She must. I said her that I can go to any extinct to apply oil to her body and she agreed. She was not shy type character.We both had some sexual talks regarding she had done with my mama. As she told she had sex only 2-3 times in her 13 yrs of married life. Mama was not at all interested to have sex or babies with her it seems. Then I asked about her health and started talking about some sexual things. I explained clearly what body massage will be included.I slowly started applying oil from her feet to. I guessed that under her sexy dress she had on some nice lingerie, she always had nice underwear, and although she'd always offered to dress up for me, it hadn't ever happened. You see, our previous encounters were always too short, too rushed. I was usually on my way to work, on my way home from work and on the few occasions I had some time off I was so wasted She could've dressed up and I wouldn't have appreciated the effort.Hi Hun, she said, with that sexy smile I'd missed so much. What the.