Good thing for me that she didn't get frustrated easily, it made teaching her all that much easier. Teaching her for what, exactly, I was not entirely...sure. My initial thought was that she would be needed to watch my back; if I treated her well she would be there for me. I made sure that she ate as much as she wanted, and that we ate the same food. I figured that she would have questions, but for now I didn't have the answers so I didn't let her ask them.That evening when she went to do her. She thanked me kindly and walked out the door. I locked the door behind her and headed into my office with her chart. I closed my door and put my head on the desk as the replay of what had just occurred played over in my head again. My cock was hard once again and throbbing, begging to be touched. I leaned back in my chair and took my semi hard cock from my trousers, and stared at it as it hardened in the palm of my hand. The cum spot on my trousers was still very wet, and it turned me on even. “Nothing, just continue…” I said to him. And he started sucking my breasts. I could feel the milk flow out. So were my juices. It was an amazing feeling to feel my body leaking sensuously at two places. My left hand was now inside my saree and petticoat, grazing along my panties. Time passed. He didn’t stop. Obviously, there was so much milk in my breasts. The pain had gone down and I was beginning to get much hornier. The room was hot, and I was sweating. I could feel him sweat too, as my. Perhaps all of my wife's fascinations had something to do with her background. As the daughter of a conservative family, activities like adultery, let alone prostitution were the more degrading you could imagine.My wife wanted me to buy a big suburban house with a large kitchen (she loves cooking, and always complained about the kitchen in the appartment we owned before). Now for two years, every week guys visit our house to fuck her. Otherwise we cannot pay the mortgage rent.Was it really.