I adore seeing my slut from this position. Looking up at me. So eager to please and also a bit nervous. He knows I will force him to swallow my long, ...hick cock. ‘Open your mouth.’ He obeys. His eyes close I smack his cheek and he is startled. ‘Keep your eyes open, slut.’ ‘Yes, Mistress.’ He looks up at me lipstick smeared and eyes watering. I am sure that last slap stung a bit. I trace my cock head against his lips. The strap-on sensitively rubbing my clit and pussy, making me feel every. It started when we were in the 10th standard. Vaishali was a dull girl who would get less mark in all the subjects. She was a poor girl and couldn’t afford private tuitions. As I was a bright student who always stood in the first three in the class, she asked me if I would be her tutor. She told me that she would pay me 100 Rs. Per month. I accepted the offer.I used to teach her for one and a half hour every day after school. We would study in the garden as she lived in a small hut. This. You look fantastic, so what is wrong?" I said."My business has changed; I'm not going to make it home for the holidays, I'm not going to be home for at least five years. I'm packing up to move to Japan. My company received the contract to clean up the reactors damaged in the earthquake, it is a rush job as you can imagine. It's at three time's normal pay; I can't turn it down. I'm sorry," he said."And you look heavenly. I wish I could hold you while we are having this conversation." Yes, so do. Grey, overcast skies awaited those who, like Stan, found it difficult to sleep. He’d woken around four am, for no particular reason he could think of. He’d simply become gradually aware that he was awake in the dark. For an hour the curtains covering the window had become lighter and lighter, so that by five o’clock he could tell it was already daylight outside. He slid out from under the duvet and walked into the bathroom for a pee. He leant with one hand against the wall, the other holding.