I gave my number. “We will see about your marks in the evening, now tell us your fantasies about your teachers including us.” said Hema. I was a b...t confused. After repeated instructions, I told them all the dirty thoughts that I have about my teachers. This continued till the noon. Then only I was allowed to be free to sit anywhere. So I went to my friends. I kept it all a secret because it was so instructed.We reached Hyderabad by late evening. All were tired. So we had our food from a big. Tisha removed the top half of her suit. Then her headband was removed letting down those curly brown locks. She removed her sneakers and socks and got more comfortable sitting by the table. ‘Girl, you serious?’, she said over the phone. Her chocolate brown skin looked pretty good right about now. Even her own sweat made her even hotter. I already had plans on what I’m going to do to her, so with her distracted over the phone I had an idea. I sent the spoon across the floor and under the table.. " I tried to put my arms around her. She shoved me away, stood and stomped across the room and flounced into the chair. She was pissed again. "Yah," she said, "and how will you make it up to me?"I thought furiously. "I'll take you to that French restaurant you've been wanting to try. How's that." "I don't feel like it," she said still pissed. "We could go to the movies," I said a little questioningly. "That's not very special," she shot back. "That hardly makes up for forgetting!" Her mood. It was like every masturbation fantasy he had ever had, rolled into one magnificent woman."Hello?" The enchanting pale pink lips opened to speak, and Mark realized that he was staring, and rather embarrassingly at that."Uh, yeah..." he stammered, trying to slow the rush of blood to his crotch. He tried to think of some witty line, when all he could think of was how much he'd like to drag this woman into the bushes and use her as a relief to his virginal condition."You sure? That was a pretty.