The thing was that there were only three boys from the batch of ten that used to go to her for 9th std tuitions. And I was her favorite student right ...rom day one. One day while teaching math she bent down on the floor to explain sums. My Goodness!! That was an awesome cleavage. I wasn’t exposed to much of these stuffs as I was in tender age but I really used to get excited whenever I came across one. I got an hard on there itself. Gradually she stopped wearing duppata while teaching. So it was. The Internet was great for that. I was shocked to see that on one of the major cable stations, there was a promo for my silly reality TV show.The voice over was by some gravely voiced dude. I had no idea who he was, or if he was supposed to be someone I should know. "Maxine Stone is a real Private Eye, not some TV show bullshit," he said. "If you want to know what her life is like, take a look at the old web TV shows. They were made of her real life last year. If you already know, then hang on. I do promise to talk to you more and do whatever I can to tell you what you want to know," I told her, holding her hand as I said it."This sounds like you have something you want to discuss that might be a little more immediate?" she offered."I wanted to talk with you about this evening. The US Government is pressing us about establishing a mission on Ka'an, with your husband as Ambassador. We keep telling them it is too dangerous, but they will not listen," I took a deep breath and then. I had pulled my dress back up when I came inside the apartment so my breasts were not fully exposed again. The curtains are open and the city lights set a light ambience in the room that almost seems romantic. “Are you sure about this?” he asks softly, looking at me seriously? I nod my head; I don’t trust my voice at this point. How can I say no at this point? Mr. Hottie himself is standing in front of me, just begging me to allow him to pleasure me. I know he’s going to be a good lover, he’s.