I wanted a man, a real man. I wanted Mr Carlo and I wanted him bad. I imagined him talking to me after the lesson about my poor grades, telling me I n...eded to taught how to behave and pay attention to him. I wanted him to take me and punish my naughty slutty pussy until I screamed in delight. But… I needed to get him alone first. As I was thinking how to get alone with Mr Carlo, he began reading out test results from the previous lesson. “Darren… Nineteen out of twenty, well done. Michelle…. Perhaps his father was right, that ‘sheep were made for shearing.’ Nonetheless, what his father did to the peasants wasn’t shearing, it was more like butchering!A knock on the door roused him from his reverie. Tossing the book aside, he adjusted his nightshirt and pulled the covers up slightly. “Come in.”Jenny opened the door and brought in a silver tea service. “I thought you might like a cup of tea, milord, before retiring,” she said, setting the service down on the end table.“Er, thank you,. Ticha hatachi honari halchal me tya andharat dole mothe karun tipnyacha prayatn karat hoto..Tichi halchal vadhli hoti…ti nkalat aaple nitamb var uchlu lagli ticha aaahh ahaahha ahaha asa halu awaj chalu hota..N eka kshani mothyane moan karun tine halchal thamvbli. Thoda vel tashich basun tine sobat aanlelya rumalane swatala saf kela n ti khali nighun geli…Me shock made hoto…mala ata tya bhutachya ghoshticha ulgada jala hota…koni ekde yeu naye mhanun tine amhala asa sangitla hota…thoda velane. I licked my hand for lube, grabbed his cock and started stroking.He tensed up at first, looking at me, and then relaxed. He had a nice cock for his age, about six and a half inches long and thick enough for me to hold. I stroked him like that for several minutes with no progress. Then strange thoughts filled my head.I started thinking if he came as much as I thought he was going to then he would probably get some on my blouse. When I stopped stroking to actually take my shirt off my son watched.