I turned oh it’s my aunt what's this shyam asked my aunt. I was not talking a word n kept silent; I didn’t expect this from u said she n went was ...ery anger n even refused to eat the dinner. At night 10 o clock the current went off I was very afraid n slowly moved to my aunt in kitchen aunty there’s no current I’m afraid I said. What to do she shouted (she was in anger) I started crying.She felt sorry and said to go n sleep in her bed room so that she will accompany me. I said ok n went to bed. " They what?" I asked incredulously. How could Dad forget to tell methis! What if I made a mistake on stage and they showed it to the wholecountry! This was a bad idea."He didn't tell you?" She looked nervous now. I was certainly startingto feel nervous. For the first time since early that morning, I wasstarting to feel nervous about performing - especially if they werefilming it!"No," I told her. "He didn't." Well, no biggie. You'll do fine anyway," she tried to make me feelbetter. It didn't. One girl stared at him dreamily, and another whispered something to a friend that made the latter’s eyes widen, jaw drop, and diminutive young bosoms heave. I silenced them all with a scowl over my steel-grey glasses, a few of the boys lost in my cleavage. ‘That’s it Timmy, you will stay after class.’ Now I’ll admit that he did have some things to be proud of. He had come to my big city university from England on a sports scholarship, his athletic body radiating strength and power. He rested. Clara stopped churning the drum, and instead began to churn her hips back into Mr. Smith's. Mr Smith, holding tight to Clara's breasts, pumped wildly into his maid. Her clit was being smacked simulataneously by his balls and the wooden drum, spurred on to more pleasure by her circling fingers. With a scream, Clara came, spilling her juice down the length of Mr. Smith's cock. A few seconds later, Mr. Smith let forth his cum, shooting his first load into the depths of Clara's warm snatch, and.