I told him,”Hey, whats wrong man? I too believe in the saying mata, pita, guru, deivam. But, you tell me, what’s the prime job of a teacher? He re...lied, “To teach”. I told him, “Exactly , which is why sharmini is being an extraordinary teacher. Not only is she teaching us English, she is teaching us the art of ogling and lusting for women. She’s teaching us the art of achieving pleasure by giving us heavenly orgasms each time we wank for her. Basically, sex education is not fully enforced in. He was up on the seventh floor, room 707. She took the elevator up, hating the mirrored walls and ceiling. She spotted the camera and as she left the elevator stuck out her tongue. The hallway was dead quiet as she made her way to his room.There it was, the brass plate said 707. She knocked. A bit softly. She waited.And was just about to knock again when the door opened."hello", he said, with that FM radio voice, "come on in girl."Once inside he closed the door, but not before he hung out the. .are you alright, sir?” she called out to the man, from a safe distance. No response came from the guy. In a way, he looked familiar to her. His hair was black, the same wavy black that Colt had. His body was built the same, as well, but Colt was a ghost. It could not be. Kari took a few steps forward. His breathing had slowed down to a normal rate, but he remained on his hands and knees. Kari noted that he was nude. Not a stitch of clothing covered his muscled body. She inched closer, and he. "What have you decided Jessica?" Master, I must first apologies to you. I am just the lowest Sissy on theplanet, to think that I could compete against or outmanoeuvre my Masterwas pure stupidity worthy of Sissy like me. I placed my pleasure aboveyour needs which is unacceptable and will not happen again. I will remaina chaste and ever increasingly lustful Sissy focusing on my masters needsand pleasures and not ot my own. Master I beg of you to go back to thebeginning of my training, I need the.