She is my dream not only mine but for every man who sees her. First she is use to teach me Hindi tuition in my 12th class. But dont use to have any ba... intentions on her that time but after I came near to her home where our shop is I got mad with her sexy figure which every man wants to have sex with. So begin the story…As my shop is near to her home I use to go frequently. Slowly I started letting her that she looks beautiful in sarees. As I was talking with her closely she use to call me for. I moan as he begins to trace my calf with his lips progressing inevitably downwards to my core. I can feel myself opening and getting wet at the combined excitement of his touch and the promise of his coming attentions. His lips suck and dance and glide down over my thighs and the backs of my knees and my breath comes in short little pants as I struggle to breathe through the building excitement. He pauses and looks into my eyes with his evil smile “Do you want me to continue?”. “Yes” I. Susan had been expecting the call."Susan, Susan my witch. Wake up! It's almost time. Gather your virgins and bring them to us on the appointed night. Tell them you are inviting them to a special costume party. They will come. Bring my son. Be at the house at eight on Halloween night." Yes, Master." Susan answered without question. She had long since resigned herself to life as the Warlock's mate. She fully expected to be bred by him again.Earlier in the school year, Susan had become friends. This girl was waiting outside the office the girl had her wallet out of in shape of Chanel lips waiting to give him some down payment to this Huntsman. But this is a lucrative business Miss Glossy it was springtime. But more like Hitler in springtime if you know what I mean it should have been changed to Lip tipster in hell time It was a control he perfected these lips it was his man thing his mantra. They heard this big explosion!! She said what the hell is that? Louder than a tiger on hot tin.