Margaret.Susan went back to her desk and sitting down the sleeve of her uniform pulled down the inkpot. A crash was heard and suddenly silence fell li...e a curtain above us.Miss. Margaret stood up, “What was that!”Susan blushed and said, “It’s me, Miss Margaret. I crashed my inkpot.”Miss. Margaret was furious and ordered Susan to go to her desk. Susan was trembling.“Now you deserve a punishment for your clumsiness!” M. Margaret shouted to her. “Now I will administer you what you deserve, a loud. Jaisa unhone bola m waise hi kr ri thi fr unhone bola ruko m dikhata hu. Unhone tel apni ungli pr lagaya or meri chut pr malne lag gaye. Aaaah mjhe mazaa aa rha tha .Ye dekh kr unka lund khada ho gya. Mamaji ne meri chut malte hue meri 36 size ke chuhe dabaye. M khud ko rok na saki or unka lund pakad lia. Unhone me mere chuche khoob zor se dabaye or masalne lage.Me : hmm mamaji aap ye kya kr rhe hMamaji: beta yahi exercise h isse tm theek ho jaaogiMe: to mamaji sahi se kariye naUnhone fr mujhe. His cock was so big that this was going to be a very long night...As he arranged himself behind her, Kristen felt the wide tip of his mushroom head pressing against her anus. She groaned protest, which went completely unheard since the gag was still in her mouth. There was nothing she could do except lay there as his incredible weight and cock pressed forward... no way to get away. Bucking upwards would just impale her further and harder, and she had no where else to go... his strong hands held. In the darkness of the night, he admits to himself that he does long for her, and wants her with him. But that is something she should not know.Like Emma in her bed, he falls into a deep sleep.Monday morning arrives, and Donald hurries to shower, dress and have a quick breakfast before he needs to leave for the college. But in his car, before he pulls out of the garage, he texts Emma a quick message.“I hope you slept well, have a good day today, I will be in touch this evening. Do not reply.