”“Did he read Cinderella?”“UH huh.”“OK … she went to the dance … and …”“Ball … she went to the ball.”“OK,” said Tony bl...rry eyed and still sleepy, “she went to the ball and had to leave by midnight.”“… and she lost a shoe.”“Right she lost a shoe and went home. She didn’t have any money and had to wear rags and clean the castle for her wicked stepmother.”“But the prince came and rescued her,” said Becky a small smile on her face.“Right … then they got married and lived happy ever. I was getting some hiss sound of my teacher from the ventilator which was very much attached to the stairs. Curious to see what’s that, when I peeped in I saw my teacher was laying on bed, uncle was sitting in between her legs both were nude, my teachers legs were up and uncle was making forward and backward both were fully sweat and teacher was pressing herself and they were all making hiss and ha’s.I was so amused to see them in that way. Later after sometime my teacher left a big voice and. We started to chat each other’s fucking fantasies through phone and what she always wanted is rough sex without any lubricant and I always wanted to tear her asshole, need to chew her asshole and take the shit off her asshole. She was always wondered about my fantasy of her asshole, she asked me why I’m so fond of her asshole, I replied that it was its enormous size, colour, and the smell. And told her chubby body shape is driving me crazy and her huge ass is full of flesh and stretching her. “Go moring dear, and please call me Katherine. Would you care to join me for coffee and croissants?”“Oh, ah… sure, Katherine,” I responded.We made our way downstairs and into the enormous kitchen to be greeted by a couple of women.“Allow me to introduce my good friend and assistant, Betty Graves, and my good friend and chef, Angela Morrison.”I greeted the pair and was handed coffee and the most beautiful fluffy croissant roll ever. Katherine and I made our way out to a large patio that.