“Yes Mistress” I said in defeat, crossing the room and kneeling in front of the man. His cock was hanging right in front of my face. Soft, it was ...igger than mine was hard. Hesitantly I took it into my mouth, sucking softly. It surprised me as it quickly grew in size and hardness inside my mouth. I could only take about half of it in my mouth and wrapped my hands around the rest of it, stroking as I sucked. The women were giggling and offering humiliating suggestions. “Cup his balls slut, men. I didn’t interact with too many girls at college in Delhi during my first year.If I’m honest, I spent most of my first year at college jacking off to my experiences with Shruti aunty. If you’re not familiar with these stories, I encourage you to read my previous stories for context. My second year of college began. I bid farewell to my parents as I headed from Mumbai to Delhi. Shruti Aunty had largely become a memory at this point. We did fuck a few times later. But when my second. ”Mrs L wondered if it was an invitation by Ella to be disciplined, and pressed a bit further with, “Well, Ella, would it help if next time I have to tell you off I give you that incentive is well? As you know, I do have a cane in my cupboard upstairs.” Ella knew about the cane, mainly because she had found it by accident and was looking at it when Mrs L came into the room. Ella understood the threat and said, with a wicked grin, “I suppose it would tell me whether it would work.”Mrs L and Ella. Yeah, we kept it secret from others but between ourselves it was very much part of our daily lives. We even sometimes talked about what one of us did with another boy and if we should try it too. In those early years, it was always between just two boys at a time, at least with me and all the boys I knew and did it with. Later, after puberty, I did it two or three times with a couple of boys, twins in fact, but that's a whole story in itself, so I may tell about it another time. Another time,.