Dimillah kept pointed attention on the glans. Fingertips. Some nails. "How sensitive your lovely cock is!" She giggled again. "How fortunate . . . for...us."The muffled words he tried to repeat again and again under Lenarta's hand were the ones in his language that they would be learning well. "Please", "don't", "stop." Something in that vein. Oh, the sweet urgency of his useless begging!Dimillah laughed at his distress. "Ah, don't fuss! Soon we shall be doing things to you to make you wish I was. I don’t remember a thing about the meal. All i remember is how delicious rani looked. She had her hair freshly done and it looked great but more than that was the way she was dressed. She was wearing a white blouse with a deep v-shape in the middle. Although it wasn’t visible, she must have been wearing some sort of push-up bra, because her sizeable tits were pushed up and slightly together, forming a very noticeable cleavage. She had on a short blue skirt that barely covered her ass and left. There was another still active teacher who she had become good friends with and they would get together for coffee or sometimes drinks. One Friday they were sharing a glass of wine when her girlfriend Amy complained about the aggressive girls who were after her nice-looking 16-year-old son. She and his father had tried to supplement the sex ed that he was given at school but knew that he was curious and would someday succumb even if only to find out what it was really like.This wasn’t the first. We arrived at the restaurant and during a lovely meal where she had more than half of the bottle of wine that we were sharing, I steered the conversation around to sex. I wanted to get her to do something she wouldn’t normally do and started by daring her to flash more leg than normal at the 2 guys eating at the next table. From the bits of their conversation I could hear they were on a business trip and staying at a hotel nearby. Probably both in their thirties and good looking. She looked.