I am grateful. And we will continue. But for now, you are dismissed.With deft movements, she releases the collar and as she does so, a crushing sense ...f disappointment seizes me. To be freed from the collar is not liberation. I feel it as a rejection.She hands me the collar, the crop, and the key to the trunk, brisk now.“Put these back in the trunk and get dressed.”She rises, smoothing her skirt, and adjusting her hair.As I dress she goes to a drawer and takes a folder from it. I know what it. Usne meri gaand se pakad ke mujhe uthaya aur mujhe choomte hue woh mujhe apne room mein le gaya.Kal wali chocolates aur jam uske room mein hi pade the. Usne meri saree kholni shuru ki aur maine apna blouse aur bra khol diye. Usne bhi apne saare kapde utaar diye. Woh mere upar aaya aur mere nipples choosne laga. Usne haath mein ek chocolate thi.Usne chocolate pack se nikaali aur meri chut mein daal ke ander bahar karne laga aur stann choosta raha. Mujhe bohut acha feel ho raha tha. Fir usne jam. There was twenty students and three teachers, the talk was loud and lively, then after a while I noticed a couple of people missing, I looked around the table to see that several of the boys had their heads tilted back and their eyes closed. looking under the table I could see why, the girls that had been sitting next to them were under the table sucking their cocks!It didn't take long for this to set the mood for the room, people started to touch each other and strip off, before long there was. Three weeks later saw us winging our way to JFK, I had been forced to limit Andrews visits to my room to once a week, he was wearing me out once he had mastered the art of holding off till I came, he had even taken me in the shower one day holding my leg and shafting me and of course the freedom also meant that I was seeing much more of Gerald, he came round to my house one evening for a meal and I introduced him to Andrew, I managed to get him into my bed and almost but not quite fucked his.