Each day went by and he was expecting a blowjob from me, or to fuck me in my pussy or up my ass, whatever he felt like at the moment. Well what could...I say? No? I don't think so! I started to feel more devious a woman than I ever had before, knowing that people would freak out if they knew what was going on, yet I let it continue and even started to provoke it at times. But nothing had prepared me for what happened about two weeks into this...Steven came home from being at his friend. Perhaps it is something, however,that we aren't used to. I remember hearing on the news about people whowould get stressed at exam times and try to commit suicide." What do you suggest?" How about a course on how to manage stress and perhaps one on how to bebetter at planning out time, so things don't become stressful." Interesting ideas," said Mr Hobson sitting back and looking at us both."Are you sure it's stress?" No," we said together. After a smile, Helen signalled to me. "We. I wanted someone to get her. After the practice, We went back to the class and sat together. My fingers immediately went to work on her pussy.I was quite frustrated and in anger, I fingered her hard and made her cum on my hand. I made her lick her own cum and she licked my fingers clean. She was becoming a filthy slut. Uske baad I asked her to make two folds in her skirt from the belt. Wo nashe mein thi. She obediently did it aur uski skirt aur chhoti ho gayi.Saali ki almost poori nangi taange. “Are you sure you wanna do this, Mr Roberts? I mean with you being my mate’s Dad. It’s a bit weird, innit?”He put his hand on my shoulder.“Please. It’s been so long since I had fun with my dick.”I sat down on the sofa. My mate’s Dad sat next to me. We didn’t say nothing for a while. Just sat there, me with my boner in my trackies, him with his boner in his trousers.Then I said, “Right. Shall we get our dicks out then and have a wank?”My mate’s Dad, he looked a bit nervous, probably thinking.