She asked if I minded if she waited the storm out there and if she could throw her wet clothes in the dryer. I told her yes and that she could use one...of the robes from the change room. She then said she had fallen off her bike and banged her head, and after saying she was fine, said she had a headache, and asked if I had any tylenol. I told her I was sure I ws out, but there was some percocet in a prescription bottle she could take that would do the trick and told her they were in my medcine. But these well guarded visions, thoughts, fantasies, call them what you will have been lingering around your head for years, making you wet and warm between your legs. Moments savored in bed, and sometimes less private locations such as work. Commonly, you’ve had to excuse yourself and slip to a quiet bathroom in order to satisfy yourself. So what is this terrible, shameful secret that you’ve been concealing? Well the secret is out, because one month ago you shared with me that you wanted a. On my first day, by around 12 Noon I went to my uncles farm with my camera and next to my uncles farm is kama’s (Chitra I used to call her like that) during that time there won’t be anyone in the farm as all the harvest are over. There in my uncle’s farm there is room to stores the farm materials and a bed and fans etc. There was a window in the room which is covered with transparent glasses through which the Kama’s farm and the well and the tank were clearly visible.Then I was lying on the. The first inkling of what is about to happen to me floods with dread into my mind. Rape.“Good, I’m ready for this,” came from the Gavin, my pupil. I feel a hand on my pussy, and with no warning or preliminaries, two fingers are pushed hard and deep into me.I scream in horror. This can’t be happening, I’m about to be raped by a boy I am teaching.“God, she’s dry and tight.”“Get on with it you promised us all a go with this one.”Not rape, gang rape.“OK, OK. She’s not going anywhere soon, you’ll.