It felt wrong, yet at the same time felt so good I simply couldn’t stop myself. In the very next instant my heart almost stopped. ‘What was that?�...� I wondered stunned and motionless. I was sure I just had just heard something downstairs and froze like a rock. I listened intently but couldn’t hear hardly anything because the radio was so loud, and then I wasn’t sure if I had heard anything at all, it could have been one of the neighbourhood cats, or ‘Maybe I’d imagined it?’, Or ‘Maybe I should. She was my Hindi teacher in school , she is very hot and very strict.Being our family friend, I’m very close to her. I used to go to her home for Hindi tuitions and used to spend some time there. I used to fantasize her everyday because its hard to control your emotions at early stages. But I never thought that my dream will become true. One day her family decided to visit her sister who settled in Mumbai as she will be alone in her house for a week my parents sent me to stay with her in their. ‘Go down, slave, and worship my pussy!’ Mistress said this with moaning voice. ‘Yes, Mistress!’ I crawled on the bed. I had a painful erection by this time but there was no other choice for me but to lie on my belly with my cock pressed against it. I felt my cock to throb between my stomach and the bed. But the most important think was in front of my face. The pussy of my Mistress! It was one warm flower wet from the morning dew. I took out my tongue and drew a line between the labia, up until. The house was somewhat quiet though. I walked from room to room checking on her when I got to the closed door of our bedroom. My heart skipped a beat as I was now listening to strange sounds. Sounds her and I usually make when we are behind closed doors together. I paused before opening the door to listen, hoping against hope that she was merely in there alone masturbating or pleasuring herself with one of her few vibrators. It wasn’t long before I heard another voice, a male voice at that. I.