Thank You”. If my wounds were not hearting enough, every now and then, someone will rub salt over it. I entered and checked the time straight away, ...t was 3:03 PM. At least I made it on time here; given punctuality is not my quality. I took a corner table and ordered coffee.It was 3:30 PM and there was no sign of Sunaina yet, I had already finished my coffee and ordered another one. This half an hour wait made me realise how people would feel when I make them wait; god has ugly ways to teach. It had grown and grown in my mind on Saturday and on Sunday it had begun to consume me. More and more, I wanted him to teach me things.Last night, I dreamed that he was in the park where Mom and I went jogging on Saturday. In it, he had taught me all about anal sex. I’d never had it, of course. I’d had regular sex with my ex-boyfriend, but I never let him do anything back there. It was dirty. Sounded painful.In the dream, it had been glorious.The idea of Mr. Belmont teaching me about anal grew. Of course, he studied drama at school and was far and away the best student. He loved impressing the teacher with his acting skills. He could imitate voices flawlessly and change his mannerisms and body language to suit any character. He also liked to write and scripted some clever and inventive playlets. Thus, when the annual dramatic works were cast, he always got the pick of the best roles. He adored playing the leading ladies, and with his pretty face and slim body, he made the. She finally pulled the mask over her eyes and openedthe door. The smell hit Scott right away. It was very very niceand she had put a lot on just like he requested. When he gothis first look, the skirt didn't even cover the bottom of herpussy. It really was there for show only. And the see thrutop showed her boobs off really nicely. With the first fewsteps she took, Scott saw the problem she had walking. He hadto help her down the stairs. Of course again Crystal hoped theywould stay inside, but.