.it has been my pleasure for the past few months,sugar daddy," Tami said as she got up to straighten her outfit: herjunior college white uniform shirt... tie, black pencil skirt and purpletights, she was the old man's perfect sugar baby, almost like she wasdesigned that way. Her modest curves a precursor to future feminineperfection. Granted her face was quite nice-soft understated makeup withsoft pink lips accenting her light blue eyes and shoulder-lengthstraight brunette hair with the brief. Dear Dr. Cheavis, I didn't think you were going to respond. You kept me waiting so long. That's not nice. Especially when you talk in class about Hamlet wanting to rest his head in Ophelia's lap... God!... Do you know how hard it was not to touch myself in the middle of class? How much torture it was to wait until I got home? That's what you do to me. Do you want to see more of me? I want to see more of you Attached were a pair of pictures. One was a close-up of her nipple - a stiff pink nub.. I was just standing there not knowing how to respond. And then Rasika said, let’s go all the guests are waiting. Sanjay and I were walking in the front and Tara and Rasika followed us. All the eyes were on us. I could see from the corner of my eyes that those lusty eyes were more on me than on Sanjay. I am sure, people could see my exposed stomach and side view of my boobs. Tara and Rasika had tucked my sari in such a way that it exposed little bit here and little bit there. I was like a teaser. Then he pushed in, in one long, forceful shove, and drove all air from my lungs. “Fuck! Yes!” I cried when I could draw a breath again. He pulled back and pushed in all the way again. It was glorious! Soon, he began pounding my pussy with his cock, and lost all ability to form words. My tits bounced wildly underneath me, and I panted and moaned while he pushed home with dry grunts. Suddenly, he pulled out all the way. I whimpered in disappointment. “It’s slick enough now,” he told me. “Wha…?” I.