Long lasted her lesson to lick, tickle, fondle, hiss, kiss, suck and swallow me.Three pairs of eyes got wide while they watched my expert of love to d...ep-throat me.They never seen this sexy practise in their traditional village in the hills so remote.The long night and the continued sight of the large-eyed lovely looking cuties with meTook their toll within an hour, despite my tantric abilities I shot down her throat.We went to our big bed and slept as spoons in the same order as we had walked. She smiled and know that I was getting horny.She then touched and patted my crotch.I looked her face she was smiling in a naughty way. I grabbed her arm got her closer and kissed her lips.Wow her smell was ecstatic and the kiss was amazing.I forget that she was my teacher.I parted and stood up.She was rubbing her hand all over my chest.I stood behind her digging my crotch on her ass.I took my hand forward and placed them on stomach moving my hand all over on her stomach and fingering her. ?Cynthia listened to this ominous recital with palpable dismay. If this was to be her 'treatment' on the very first day, what would she have to endure in the weeks and months to come? She trembled at the thought. Jeanette now took charge. ?Come with me, Mam’selle," she ordered, walking down steps from the balcony to the flagged garden below. Meekly, Cynthia followed and with the maid mounted steps to the platform alongside the wooden horse. ?Sit astride, Mam’selle," commanded Jeanette and. The slips were passed out to her 'never served' fellow employees ... who all gloated. They gloated because these slips represented the reason there was no butter, little meat, no stockings, no chocolate, no petrol, no men ... soldiers, sailors and airmen.She stuck her hand in the white hat and pulled out just one slip. If your name was one of the previously drawn fucked ... well ... too bad ... your name had been previously drawn. Your chance for the year was over. The only way to have another.