This really gave me a hard-on and I asked her if she will give me a blow job, she just said “I am completely yours, you can use me for your pleasure...master”, I was super excited and I knew my responsibility as a master as well. I asked her to go to office and will text in evening, but she texted me back once she reached office and said she was missing me:) my mind was having a naughty taught and wanted to test her, I asked her to go to washroom and remove her panty and keep it in her hand bag,. Looking at it now, it was probably a way for the parents to ‘approve’ of whomever their little girl danced with.I have no clear recollection of the young lady I approached to dance with. All I knew was that we all were the same age, from different schools, and there was a boy for every girl. That was done on purpose, so nobody was left out.Most of us guys were scared shitless. All the girls were very pretty, at least for that night. I thought the girls whose hair hung loose were prettier than. She started to be angry at my betrayal, but I dismissed this with a laugh. Compare the betrayal, I said - yours and mine!Anyway, it was a rough week or so, but we agreed to try and sort things out. She stopped having any contact with him and we spent a lot of time talking and showing love.Maybe three weeks after the showdown, we were in bed, getting a little touchy-feely and I confessed to her that I had got hard when reading her sexts and thinking about them together. She couldn't believe it,. And she said, ” Manoj isn’t home.”She said some other things, but I couldn’t hear anything. I was mesmerized by her. Looking at her deep cleavage brought out the young horny side of me. I started noticing her physical appearance more and more.Suddenly she said, “Hey! Are you having a stroke!” And laughed. I was taken aback but regained my concentration. She told me how she didn’t know anything about the gym. She said that she would message me when her husband got back. We exchanged phone.