This was the first time in life that I felt some attraction about a young man. And maybe it was due to weird thought I got. But these coachings were s...ort as it was just one of our subjects. Rest of the time, I used to be in the room of Puja (yes, she had her own room, with a computer and a TV too) where I could take my Burqa off and lie down on bed with her. We used to chat freely and even about sex too; although I used to be on the learning side. I went to Puja’s house for joint study and. She felt calm, and as a matter of fact there was no pain at all. The quadro was just holding her there. Just as she started feeling a tiny, microscopic amount of relief, she felt things moving around her body. Her undersuit was being gently pulled and stretched, as if kittens were nibbling and scratching it. Her captive hands felt small gripping organs pulling on her fingers and pinching the exposed skin.She screamed out loud for help and stopped after realizing that it could not possibly make. Strange! It should have been with the other albums on a lower shelf of the bookcase in Dad's den.Using a paper towel I wiped the dust off of the red leather album. I couldn't remember ever seeing this particular album, but a slight shudder swept my body as I had an inkling of what it held.I sat on a spot clear of the stacked clothes on my father's queen sized bed, the album balanced precariously on my jean covered lap. I slowly opened the album to the first page and gasped. It was as I had. ”“Well, I am worn out but I’m also horny,” she confessed with a sly grin. “So I’m going to make you do all the work, and then I’m going to fall asleep until noon.”“Yes, ma’am,” I said, and got another elbow in the ribs.I leaned over to kiss her upturned face as I stroked her cheek and neck. Her brown eyes surrendered to me. My hand wandered from her neck to her thighs, fingers following her contours, five points of pressure, sometimes in unison, sometimes in harmony.I rolled over her, my knees.