Daily we three used to chat whenever we have time. I treat Cathy as my real elder sister. I don’t know how I created a bond with her.One day Manali ...sked me to come to her place. I am not sure what is going to happen. But I went to her place to meet her. Finally, I met her and we both went to a hotel. She already booked a room there. We both went to the room. After that, she locked the room with the key. I didn’t understand why she did that.She came close to me and sat next to me. I am unable. I put my purse on the counter and throw my keys in the bowl that I keep them in. I take my shoes off and stretch my toes out. I look down at them trapped behind the nylon material. I think about how badly I want to get them off; they are starting to bag at the ankles. I look down and notice that my ankles look like elephants legs; my pantyhose are bagged so badly at my ankles. I sit on one of the kitchen chairs and pull them up. Even though I am about to take them off I hate to see that. All I. His first name Carl and last name Fernan. I absolutely hated Mr.C, but had heart for him way down deep inside. I knew he was a good man, I had just hate him because he was always so sarcastic. He wanted a friendly relationship between all his students but still picked on all them. For me, I was always getting picked on. You see, Mr.C is hispanic, I'm country. So, Mr.C is always making fun of my country accent. I always want to get back at him but I don't know any Cuban jokes to throw back at. Even I taste good on his fingers.His hands skim up my arms to the cuffs above my head, and he unclips them, freeing me. Turning me around so I'm facing the wall, he tugs on my hair, pulling me into his arms. He angles my head to one side and skims his lips up my throat to my ear while holding me flush against him."I want in your mouth." His voice is soft and seductive. My body, ripe and ready, clenches deep inside. The pleasure is sweet and sharp.I moan. Turning to face him, I pull his head.