One day when I was at Ahmed's home, he fucked me doggystyle and we could not see Ahmed's father entering the room. He must have observed us for a whil..., when Ahmed jerked off. Suddenly I heard the father’s whisper in my ear: "You are a modest, honest and willing young girl. You've made a great pleasure to our son teaching him private lessons. One day I'd love to show you a little appreciation" I felt very proud about these compliments.I always was welcomed in the families of my friends. I was. “A number of my students are uptight the first few times Aggie. A massage can be helpful. Do you mind?”Wanting him to touch her she felt gooseflesh rise on her arms when he did. By the way air had cooled her thighs almost to her knees It seemed that her vagina had already spilled a cupful of its nectar. “If you really think it will help,” she said, trying to keep her voice from quavering.He had intended doing the lesson for an hour then trying to segue into something more physical. After. Cyn giggled, responding to the idea instantly. I snapped more fingers, my cock throbbing as Cyn managed to slide a third finger into Emily, screwing her digits into the woman. “I could really get my cock stuck into that shiny cunt,” I said.That did the trick. “No!” Emily gasped. “You promised!”“That’s deeply offensive,” I said. “What’s wrong with my cock? You seemed to enjoy it enough last time.”Emily didn’t respond to this, but her breathing became that little bit more tense. Cynthia withdrew. Sharon struggled to stand still as each smack landed. The first two stung. The next two stung more. The final two had her gasping and bending her legs each time. Miss Emily smiled as Sharon’s full breasts swung as she reacted to each spank. Afterwards she studied the pain etched on Sharon’s face before ordering, “Now get across my lap.” Sharon’s legs were stinging as she turned and looked down at Miss Emily’s lap. She eased herself across the teenager’s lap and settled herself down, with her.