To vo mana karne lagi. Phir mene bola try karte hai. Agar aap bolo to me nikal dunga aur nahi karenge.To aunty ne kaha thik hai. Jesa tu chahe. Aur me...e aunty ka pallu hata ke uske lips par kiss karne laga aur vo bhi sath dene lagi me uske blaus ke upper se hi uske boobs dabane laga. Phir gale me sholder par sab jagah kiss karne laga phir mene uske blaus ke botton khol diye wo white bra me thi me bra ke upper sethi choos ne laga fir aunty ko nanga kar diya. Aunty mene lund ko sehla rahi thi aur. I asked her, “Preeti, do you not wish to leave this boring detention?”She promptly replied, “No, no, I want to sit here, Mr Ajay.” This gave me more confidence. I didn’t say anything. She continued reading that book of hers, and I continued reading mine. In a couple of minutes, I locked the classroom door without her noticing.She didn’t even notice that I had slowly moved behind her chair. Not to my surprise, she had an erotic comic in her hand, and she was reading that. I slowly moved my hand. . pinching me softly. The massage grew darker hotter. Circling my vagina with kisses and tugging me biting my nipple softly. ‘ relax’ she moaned. Her caress on my breast grew darker hotter. Rubbing my vagina slow. As she kissed and licked my nipple. Massaging my breast and covering it in hot warm kisses.. licking it slow. . Caressing my breast and tugging.pinching my nipple gently. Suckling my nipple .. ‘relax’ as the suckling on my nipple grew deep. Hotter. And massaging my vagina tugging. Okay, not like a sissy boy. I was a sissy boy, my Wife's little boy. It was Saturday morning and my Wife was sleeping in. My duties, which she had written out for me the night before were on the counter:My sweet boy, clean the kitchen and bathroom and scrub all the floors. When that is done bring me breakfast in bed, some toast and strawberry jam, orange juice, and coffee. Love your Wife.I worked fast but I was thorough. The last thing I wanted was to be admonished for not going a good job with.