That night I was normal as before but pretended to be having viral fever. I was sleeping in her bed room and rubbed my cock steadily to get it as big ...s possible. I had no other option but to put my monstrous cock on display to lure her into sex since I threw the cd into field. I heard her steps approaching the room and waited for her to undress her before showing her my thick meat. She entered the room same as yesterday and removed her bra and rubbed her boobs in front of the mirror. I made a. The nipples on her pear-shaped tits were already erect and, curiously, she was shaved between her legs. He had never seen a woman like that before. He could actually see her labia, already glistening and slightly parted from where she’d been subconsciously rubbing it. Her breathing was heavy from the drugs, causing her chest to rise and fall rhythmically. It was almost a hypnotic sight on its own. Each cell at the complex was laid out in exactly the same way. All were brightly lit, but there. The man standing behind her was perfection. He had an appealingly craggy face, and his thick dark hair was swept back from his forehead. His eyes were a captivating shade of blue. His body, all six feet plus of it, was trim. He wore a pair of khaki trousers and a blue shirt, with a burgundy tie. He was carrying a briefcase."Hi," he said to Bree, who was standing there gaping at him. "I'm Professor Cary Gordon. You'd be Miss Spencer, the photographer, right?"Bree recovered quickly. "Yes, I'm. Abb yeh story pe ati hoon iss ghatna se pehle mujhe school ki taraf se kaam mila jo mene sir ke bête ke sath mil kar poora karna tha ye kaam tha dance compition ka isme hhamne school ki eshi team teyar karni thi jo pakka isko jeet sake bcoz hamare school ke principal ko ik local school ne chelllnage kiya tha ki apki team nahi jeett payegi toh hum daily ik sath kam karte n kaafi baat hoti toh dance bhi sikhate n ik sath dance bhi karate uska naam rohit tha but mujhe unko roohit sir kehna padta.