Unfortunately for the Rector he hadn't realised that the children from non-conformist families far out out numbered those from Church of England famil...es in the parish. With the reduction in numbers of children attending the church school of St Martin the diocesan education committee were eventually forced to close the school, as the up keep of the building was draining their funds, now that there was less money accruing. All the children of the parish now attend the Methodist school, where not. Within an hour he was here with 4 girls and meet him and gave him the cash and told him to send any one that doesn’t matter,An average looking girl came out of the car and he left I brought her to my home.. and I was damn nervous..Made her to sit and asked water or cool drink I gave both, while having cool drink she came and sat next me and started talking to me and she asked is this your first time.. I said yes and asked her how would she came to know, she said by looking at me she came to. Her skirt was denim and clung to her hips like a lover. Already we had an understanding of sorts. She hadn't said a word, her legs parting as I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of her inner thigh. I could feel her heat, her excitement palpable in the warmth that radiated from her. Her thighs trembled as I traced the pattern of her lace undergarments. They were stained already with her excitement, leaving my fingertips damp. Her teeth descended on my collarbone. It wasn't a playful sort of. I jumped from the sofa and held her by her wrists.” Leave me alone Babuji, please…I am your Bahu, your Beti, pleaseee!” But I had been blinded by lust. I pulled her back into the drawing room. “God, you are beautiful,” I ran my hands up her thighs to her hips and cupped her ass. She resisted and tried to slap me. I caught herhand in the mid air and rubbed her pussy mound, feeling the heat. “Don’t, You bastard!” she says. “You’re touching your Bahu, Babuji!”Without a word, I began to feel her.