She looked down and barely whispered, “You.”“Oh, no,” he exclaimed. “You’ll have to do better than that. Look at me.” He reached out ...nd placed two fingers under her chin, the sudden touch a small electric shock. Then he tilted her chin up so that she was again looking directly into his eyes. Blue. Hypnotic.“Now say, ‘I deserve to be punished.’” She couldn’t tear her eyes away. It was as if someone else was speaking as the words came out: “I…I deserve to be p-punished.”He held her with. He was a little fat and was a very horny guy. He always used to talk about sex with me. How he used to flirt with Bengali women. He had many female friends from Bengal whom he used to chat with. He even used to make me talk to them which made me feel good when he used to be around me.He used to tell me that he has never had sex with an aunty or a bhabhi. He has a wild fantasy for them. He used to stare at all hot aunties we would see when together. Things were going nice till one day my. I inserted my whole tongue in her cunt & started digging for her juice. I was very desperate for my reward and working extra hard with my tongue.After few minutes she left her nectar which filled my mouth. It took me some time to drink. I drank all the stuff and licked her pussy clean. She became tired due to orgasm but I have some other plans as well. I grabbed her both thighs and pushed her upwards.Now her sweet asshole was in front of me. I touched her anus with the tip of my tongue and she. When Roger took over creating the graphics for my posters on his computer--he's got all the software of course--he whipped out some really cool stuff." There you go. What about Margie. Did he help her?"Marta smiled. "She refused his help. They get along ... like he gets along with his brother in a way. But I think it's more she's spent so much time working on the GEDs and the courses for you and Marianne and herself that he wouldn't have much to suggest." Yeah. It's weird having homework..