He didn't spot my nylons. He didn't see the sweat I was in. He didn't even seem concerned when I stammered something about having studied too much and...needed to go home to sleep.Mrs. Moore saw me to the door."Don't forget," she whispered. "Tomorrow at one. Or else." And with that, she gave the most chilling smile I had ever seen.Half way back home, in a quiet spot in the countryside, I stripped off the bra, girdle and stockings and stuck them in a jacket pocket. I longed to throw them away. But. She said its 36….Then she removed all my clothes.. And i removed all her clothes.. She didn’t wear any panty.. Only black bra…With tummy stomach…Then we french kissed each other… She rolled her tongue on my mouth.. I loved that.. I never get that much interaction with any women.. Then she kissed my cheek and pressed my chest.. Later she sucked my nipple… I was pressing her head on pressing her boobs… She continuous playing with my nipple and dick… My dick is like rock solid… with 7.5″ Size… My. She always insists on wearing revealing clothing yet becomes confused when men stare at her chest when she speaks. It’s like a game of cat and mouse with this one. ‘So Chayne how can we help today?’ Well Dr. B I want thank you for seeing me so quickly. I don’t know how else to say this so I am just going to put it all the way out there: I just can’t stop fucking! Dr. B it is like a curse. I have already laid with six men already and the week has just begun. The sad thing is that I have even. She is wearing Salwar Kameez. She took her office bag infront of her body. That's normal in Mumbai train. Her face expression revealed that she is noticing that I am staring her. My hand is on her hand. But now she has no other choice, all handles are occupied. As train moves fast. Her body moves little a bit and it touches me. Next station arrived. Few people got out. Few people moved forward. But she didn't moved and neither she removed her hand, which is under my hand. There were enough.