Dark, with some gray streaks. Almost as if, she was older but still very much young in age. You could tell this by her youthful enthusiasm in class, e...pecially having to deal with young dicks like me. One of my favorite things to try to tell her in French was “donnez-moi bien tete” getting a good laugh from the other boys in the class. After all, telling your French teacher “give me good head" probably didn't endear me in her heart. She actually was pretty good about it, telling me that wasn't. I kissed her cheeks and forehead and smooched her neck. This arouses her and she started to press my hair towards her. I slowly moved down to her tits, took her saree paloo and kissed her cleavage cuts in her blouse and sucked it for about 2 mins. She was not able to control and asked me to take it in my mouth. I removed her blouse and she was not wearing a bra.Her both melons fell out of the blouse and were hanging. I took them in my mouth and starting sucking hard and vigorously while. That was the cherry on top of the whipped cream on my anger cake. Before they could stop me. I had stormed past them and banged on the door, after I found it locked."Go away. This is a closed set on private property. Leave, or I call the cops." I followed the tinny sounding voice to a small speaker mounted under a camera, over the door."Good. If you don't call them I will. That's my company logo over the door, and I'm pretty sure I didn't authorize anything I see. I'm sure the police will be. "Now this situation has stressed me out and I am in need of relief so, on your knees boy and crawl to me, it's time to pleasure your mistress with your tongue. I hesitated a little until Anabelle barked, "Now! your step-mother is on her way over to collect you and we don't want to keep her waiting and make it good I want to be totally satisfied". All I could think of to say was, "yes Mistress", as I again sank to my knees and crawled naked around the side of the desk Anabelle threw one leg on.