"Oh?" Dela replied, looking cautiously confused."I... have been lying to you. From the start." How do you mean?" I... I'm not Ciel Ravenswood," she bl...rted out, looking down."I see," Dela said after what felt like an eternity of silence. "I hadsome suspicions, but I had assured myself they were just delusions." I understand. And I'm sorry. I want you to understand, though, thateverything other than that has been the truth. I... I do care for you. Ididn't want to take advantage of you. It's been. I saw at her face and she gave me wicked smile. I understood her intention and without waiting, brought my face closer to her and kissed her on lips. We didn’t carry much with some fear. But we still were too much excited. I said her, “i can give you oral pleasure here, want to do?” she nodded. I asked her to lift her skirt to waist and she did. Wow, she was wearing thin cloth, pink panty. I touched her pussy over the panty. Remained rubbing over the panty. She was enjoying my touch and giving. For all did I know that these classes would turn out to be really “special” for me.IAM a 20 year old, good looking, (and since this page is about sex), I do have a medium sized penis but I can fuck like the animal she wants me to be.Coming back to the story. I attended classes only for this sexed out and curvy professor in my college.. beaula.. shes 5’4 in height big titties a bubble butt and hips to die for. She never revealed her skin even though she wore a saree and seemed like a fucking. She pulled out her cell phone. “I'm going to have you arrested!”“Drop your phone,” I calmly said, a small tingle racing through my thoughts as I dominated her brain.My wife gave me such a sneer. “Like I'd ever...” She trailed off, her hand relaxing, phone tumbling through the air. The phone, clad in a purple protective sheath, hit the carpet on its corner, bouncing into the room. Letting out a snarl of irritation, she shot down to grab it.“Don't pick up your phone.”Her hand froze, fingers about.