Yes he is the one who called you. Manoj doesn’t have a phone. It’s your husband’s phone, we stole it and changed the SIM.I want your breasts mad...m. I told him, let my husband come back, I will tell him everything. Your job is over. Leave our house today. He was 19 years old from a village. He removed his shirt and pant. His organ was hard and long. He massaged his dick and asked me . do you like it. I didn’t move. He came closer and grabbed my breasts. I moved back in shame. He came again and. I still don’t like him, but all of a sudden I was feeling that tingling down below. This is definitely not what I need right now. But I couldn’t help myself: I walked up to him and asked, ‘When?’ ‘Eleven o’clock, same place.’ An hour from now. Crap! I knew better, knew better! than to do this, but as I sat at the table with our friends, I kept sneaking peeks at Doc, who was managing to look completely normal and nonplussed. The man has a poker face if there ever was one. Poker face, that’s just. I feel so good, so happy. If only I could stay in thissingle moment, with Dave's cock inside me, for ever and ever, then I couldbe truly happy.Four Years EarlierThe weirdest thing in my life has happened and I don't know what to do.It's driving me crazy. I feel like I might explode if I don't do somethingabout it, but I don't know what.I was up on Tuesday for an early lecture and I showered and breakfasted ingood time to take my bike to the campus. My flatmate, Dave, was stillasleep, but his. ..being cheeky...drawing in the back of your maths book!....these type of things guaranteed you an afternoon of squirming on a hot sore bottom until you went home and could check the damage in a mirror and give your bottom a thorough rubbing...Ah it was heaven!I also enjoyed the voyeuristic aspect of seeing an unfortunate youth receiving the same treatment.... most teacher's at my school favoured the slipper which was a battered old plimsoll or tennis shoe applied with vim and vigour to the.