One day, Divya Ma’am asked me to stay back after class. Sir had gone to Delhi for a week and in his absence, Ma’am was in charge of the classes. A...ter the other tuition kids left, I stayed back, cleaned the blackboard, stacked the assignments neatly on the corner desk and waited, while Ma’am gave me 3 Maths questions and went to get some tea. We sipped some tea and biscuits and I worked on those Maths problems while discussing the solutions with her. I was always a sensitive, shy person and was. I work for a decent company in Chennai. My e-mail id I am youngest in the family, recently one my brother got married in which we provided our house contact information and phone number in the wedding invitation to reach us in case of any difficulties to identify the wedding reception location or some others to wish us if they cannot make it up for the wedding. This is the true incident that happened after one girl started to contact me from the phone number provided in the wedding invitation.. "I've a five-year indenture." She paused, not noticing Mr. Never's frigid look."I see," Andrew said, wondering if he should demand the honorific that the slaves automatically added. The two coopers had properly called him "sir" without a thought, but this woman was looking right at him instead of down toward her feet. He smacked the side of his boot with a sharp crack that made her flinch."Tell Master Andrew what your duties are, Elizabeth," Mr. Nevers said impatiently as worry lines creased. Alarmed, I said, 'Mom, you OK!" "Oh, honey, that was so good, did you see how I reacted, oh you've got the breasts down, let's move on. Now work you way down my stomach with your hands and mouth, the stomach can be very sensitive, too." I did so, kissing down her lean, flat little stomach. I got to around her legs but didn't know what to do from there. She sighed, running her hands through my hair. "Let me show you something else, before we get to the main course." She pushed against my.