The oh-so-beautiful one that had escaped a freight train full of lust, as she spun gracefully with her arms over her head. She looked part ballerina,...part native princess. Not a single tattoo. Not a single imperfection. Not a single care. Most were happy just to watch her. Then she heard it. A rumbling getting louder. Louder still, until four bikes like knights returning from battle, rode right up to her. Scooter smiled as he unbuckled his helmet and took off his gloves. He walked up. She looked at me. I did not move a muscle. I was lying wide awake with one arm placed on my forehead. She could not see my eyes. But I was afraid that she might hear my rapid heartbeats. When she felt sure that I was asleep, she got up. She stood in the center of the room and adjusted her sari. Vasu called her again. She looked at the door undecidedly for a while. Then taking a firm step forward, she opened the door. From where I lay I could not see Vasu. But I could see the nervous way in. Then he took total control and skulled fucked me, steady, steady, steady. Not slow not fast but steady. I just closed my eyes and relaxed and let him work his dick in and out my throat. I loved smelling his manliness on every push when my nose was buried into his bush. Sometimes he would hold his cock deep into my throat, sometimes he pulls right out. This went on for a good 20 minutes. The only sounds you could hear were slurping noises from me. This was truly dick heavenThen he started to. She is very caring and takes personal interest in me as my family has high status in society.But she was having a lot of trouble. She did not have a lot of friends and I guess I felt sorry for her. She lived with an aunt and I was saddened because I knew her aunt and regarded her as being a bit eccentric and not really the type of person that would provide a good home life for a young women. One night at dinner I told them my parents about my teacher and her troubles for a place to take music.