I continued working, while Mrs. Lal was over looking for any mistakes.All of a sudden she started asking about my personal life and if I had a girlfri...nd. I told “ No ma’am! I’m a little shy and I don’t know how to approach girls. I’ve never dated anyone!” She was shocked hearing this and said “ Surya how can someone as handsome as you, not have a girlfriend!I would have definitely dated u if I was your classmate!” Hearing this I started blushing, as I didn’t expect my tuition teacher to say. Every repeat client received something different in each session. I always managed to give my clients something soothing and possibly a bit arousing to think about for their next session. After relieving many of their aches and pains, I would put them in a very relaxed physical state to the point of almost sexual arousal; some more excited than others. With each successive treatment, I tested my skills and ideas upon my female clientele. What Angela and Judy had said was true with every person. "That's a good little slave girl," he said, breaking the kiss, slipping his fingers from inside her, his lips finding her neck, his breath hot and thrilling against her flesh, "nice and wet for me."Shame filled her at his words--she was wet. She had been ever since she had put on her costume, wet with the excitement of exposing herself, of showing the world her darkest desires. She was shaking now, trembling as she felt him working on his pants, sliding them down his legs, his lips sending. "Yes, Trent, YES! My rear is yours. Take it! Split me open! I'm cumming. I'M CUMMMMMMMING!"And Marsha Kahn experienced the most powerful anal orgasm of her young life. Her toes curled painfully, her eyes rolled back in her head, her body quivered as if she were in a deep fever and she cried out in pain and ecstasy. Twice more she found anal climax but Trent held his in reserve. Instead, he opted to stay within her as they watched the TV movie and for the next two hours they lay together, he.