Aur us khushboo se mera mann aur uttejit ho raha tha. Thoda niche sarak kar maine uska bheega hua petikot khol kar nikaal diya aur uski choot ko soong...a. Kya khushboo thi, meri jeebh apne aap uski choot ko chatne ke liye bahar aa gayi. Kya swaad tha uski choot ka.Maine uski choot ko thoda sa aur khola aur andar se chaatne laga. Wo mere balon me hath firane lagi aur mere sir ko choot ki tarat zor zor se dabane lagi. Uske mooh se siskiyan nikal rahi thi maze me.Fir uski choot aur pani chhodne. “And Mrs. Dunstan’s.”The moment she mentioned the other teacher’s name, he knew what had happened. The two frequently sent each other funny pictures and links. His laptop had frozen after clicking a link she’d sent him a couple of days before. He’d restarted the computer, and all seemed well, but obviously, it wasn’t. When he mentioned the email to Abby, she didn’t recall sending it.“You hacked me,” he muttered.“Nobody says hacked anymore,” she said, and giggled. “But, yeah, that gave me remote. "Sure thing, Brit -- or is it Brianna?" she replied over the intercom."Brianna. And I'm waiting," she giggled. A moment later, a knock on the office door signaled the secretary's arrival."Come!" Mitchell said through clinched teeth."I am! Fuck! I am!" Brittany said, toes digging into carpet for a foothold."Oh my God! That's about the sexiest thing I've ever seen!" Morgan said, freezing in place one step into the room."Me too!" said another voice. That turned Mitchell's head."Uh, Mr. Wright?. We were close to land but with no suitable harbour close by, we had no choice but to run before the wind. This in itself has not been easy, we had only just managed to clear the tip of one island, in constant danger of the wind driving us ashore, where we would have foundered on the vicious rocks we could see all too clearly, just a hundred yards off our beam.The slavers had faced exactly the same predicament, but their course had allowed them to pass to the east of the islands, where-as, we.