Or maybe she would never see him again. Her spirits sagged further each night her trip home was uneventful. She found herself getting horny, but not w...nting another fight with one of the amateurs. She took special interest in Jimmy Lester, a good looking senior who was learning fast. He wasn't in her class, but the large teenage boy's club worked on the next mat over. He was a little old for Debbie. His instructor said he was a "good kid."She had gone over and over that evening. She couldn't. From an early age Krish was imbued with the culture of all three racial groups; British, Portuguese, and Hindoo, and spoke all three languages fluently by the age of six. His ayah, that is a wet nurse or nanny, was from an ancient Indian race, the Naga, who not only taught him how to recognise and use the local plants as medicine and potions, but also introduced him to the ancient Hindoo disciplines of yoga, and meditation. Krish was the only son of the marriage, although he had two younger. I moved my hands up her legs, on the outside of the leg, slightly to the rear; Raising her dress as my hands journeyed upwards. Sucking her inner lips turned to kneading with my lips, which had her part her legs as far as she could (with her dress up at her hips) to give me better access. Until my hands reached her buttocks. Here they rested, kneading the buttocks from below, fingers nearly touching pussy and butt hole.I parted my lips, running my flat tongue up her slit – bottom to top,. ?Well then,? Gretchen continued, ?kneel down behind this boy here and lick his butt.? You could have heard a pin drop. This was a treatment, a sexual service, that Jordan had never even fantasized about. Yet for the next ten minutes this hot, stuck up grad student was forced, for the sake of her job, to put her tongue in his ass. At first she was tentative, but after some direction and threats from Head Nurse Gretchen she was soon slurping away at his butt enthusiastically, from his.