The rooms were allotted to us. Our room number, which I categorically recollect was, 304, which later turned out to be a heavenly memory for me.In the...room, we used to change our clothes in front of each other. When Nishant used to change his clothes, I used to pretend as if I was engaged in something and not paying attention. But my heart used to highly beat with every moment when he used to unbutton his shirt and have a display of his body with his massive chest covered with necessary trimmed. “Do you know what I am going to do to you slave?”“Fuck my ass?”I Put some pressure on her asshole, “Yes” and then I pushed until the head was inside. I kept it there for a moment to allow her to open up to the idea. After a second I started pushing forward. I have never had my dick in anything so hot and tight before. I kept spanking and squeezing that firm ass as I plowed it raw. This was one of the greatest sensations ever. Her ass was hot and tight, and she would squeeze it even tighter. The problem was, I had found that some parents have weird e-mails and it's just better if I take the chance and move the message to my JUNK folder if necessary after I was sure what the message was all about. What I saw shocked me.TO: Alexis Perry FROM: A. Friend SUBJECT: Do Not ReplyAlexis Perry,You are about to get 2 visitors asking about an incident that occurred over 3 years ago. Please tell them NOTHING! This is for your safety as well as mine. Delete this message after you finish reading. There was a purplish liner that made the eyes look bigger. Thenoses were smaller, and the lips full, juicy, and colored the same asthe eyeliner. The face -- _her_ face was framed by dark brown hairthat curled as it grew down to her shoulders."I... this isn't right." She unbuttoned her uniform shirt. Somehow,it had become a one-piece with her pants. They fell to the ground.Beneath it, a dark pink tube top struggled to contain a pair of 36-Cbreasts. Her waist had narrowed, the flesh pooling.