He did not answer but nodded his head. Then said all the time.Taking another drink of my wine I pushed further, for it had been two weeks since I had ...een at home. I said, “Do you ever dream of reenacting those times, with a consenting partner of course?” He looked confused and embarrassed. “Consenting?” he queried. “Yes, where she wants you to.”He looked very confused. Now feeling my wine, I said “I would like to play out being ****d.” He looked even more confused but then the light dawned. I. ”“I can’t help it,” I said, for lack of anything else to say. I was so upset that I started to get soft. “What’s the big deal anyway?” I whined.“What’s the big deal??” she asked, looking at my face. “That’s supposed to go inside a girl. That’s the big deal. That thing would kill a girl. It would massacre a girl. It would tear her in half!”“Okay, okay, I get the idea,” I moaned. “So what you’re saying is I’ll never have sex.”“No WAY, Ho-sea,” she rhymed again. “Why is it getting soft?”She was a. She held me as tightly as I held her, frantically kissing with the occasional break for a breath. The only break in her hold on me was to allow me to lift her blouse over her head to reveal her beautiful breasts covered in a white silky bra.It didn’t take me long to unclasp that and get it off. She grabbed my hand and forced it on to her breast, holding it there tightly, forcing against her with increasing pressure, I squeezed and massaged it, I could feel her shudder with pleasure. Somehow in. I asked her if she was in love with me but she said no. Our conversation went something like this –Me – Do you want to kiss me?Bindu – Yes.Me – Do you want to hug me?Bindu – Yes.Me – Do you want to get fucked?Bindu (surprised) – Why do you ask such a thing?Me – Just tell me.Bindu – Yes.I knew my student had developed sexual feelings on me but she was refusing to accept that from almost a week so I had to wait for her expressions.Me – I want to see you now.Bindu – How? We stay very far and it is.