She was dressed to deliberately attract attention.His cock was sitting uncomfortably, and he desperately wanted to adjust himself—not easy with so m...ny eyes furtively glancing their way. The butterflies in his stomach wouldn’t keep still, and he was struggling to keep his breathing even.Beneath the table, she was playing footsie with him, her black, stockinged toes rubbing their way along the inside of his thigh.He watched the cherry disappear into her sensuous mouth. How could such a simple. In the corner I saw Nalini ma’am in a green sari, huddled and crying. ”Don’t you dare touch Nalini ma’am again.”, I warned my maths teacher Sunila. She ignored me and addressed Nalini ”You’re having sex with your student? CHI” and started towards her. I yelled ” Shut up, Sunila!”‘ She slapped me. ”Or else what you bastard? YOU’RE DEAD!” I knew I was dead. I was stupid. I had to do something. I did the only thing I could do. I kissed the 52 year old Sunila ma’am. We kissed for long. I let go.. Everything has consequences. I’m turning into a politician.’ He was aware of the slow, inexorable steps from open and honest to apparently open and considered; he would, he told himself, try and remain aware of his duplicity, at least. He was sure that people like the bishop had cultivated the public and private faces for so long, they weren’t even aware of their two-faced nature. ‘He’s probably spying on me for the King’ thought Ling, which in fact he was.The bishop was playing a careful game. Than he saw me. Her co-worker smiled at me and continued fucking her. I guess he thought I was just a guy working in the office. I closed the door and went home. When my wife got home I asked her how her day was. She said it was fantastic. I smiled at her. At dinner I asked questions about her work and co-worker. His name was Nick and he is 64 years old and good in shape. That I could see myself that afternoon. She told me that he wants to retire from work and open a business of himself. He.