“I think you need to learn your manners and how to control your language, young lady,” Helen continued.Heidi Owen looked over her shoulder and at ...er young form mistress. She knew that she was in trouble and did not come up with a reply that helped her situation.“Why?” She tried to ignore Helen Downey.“Because it is really unacceptable to say things like that. Get up and come to the front of the room, please.” Miss Downey walked away and headed back to her desk at the front of the classroom,. .her childhood days….her feelings ….at last we became a good friends…One fine day my parents were for my near by relative house was a Sunday no one in house and accidentally she came to talk to my parents …the door was open she directly inside she called my mother ..but knowing this I came from bed room then I made her to sit and asked her what was the matter …but she calmly said nothing ..i was feeling boring so I came to chat by knowing this I got a plan to seduce her I told her about. I swear, with his saliva, my pussy juices, and my unashamed NEED for him in my ass, I don’t need any lube whatsoever but he always insists. By the time he’s finished working the lube in my ass with his thick, strong fingers, I’m so horny to get my ass fucked I can’t take it anymore and I'm usually screaming, “Stop teasing me, fuck me in my asshole, ram your big hard dick in my ass now, damn you.” You know that feeling, when the head of that dick slides in your asshole, that feeling of. .some how I’d get even with both of them. I recalled tugging at the ropes and managed only to cut my wrists as the blood dripped along my forearms from the attempts. My memories continued in fine detail of the events at the house. She kept on sucking him as she gazed into my eyes and down at the rock hard cock that she should have been draining. “Hey Sally” I had spoken in kinder calmer words than I was thinking “When the old fart looses his wad, how about you come.