I don’t know who taught you that, but it feels amazing.I start making small thrusts in and out of your face. This probably makes it less comfortable...for you to eat my pussy, but I can't help it. To make things even worse, I end up wrapping my legs around your head, and I'm now practically mashing your face into my pussy. This feels so good… too good, in fact, and I realize that I'm going to cum soon and there will be no stopping it. And you somehow wriggle your hand in and you wet your finger. She wondered who this instructor would be, what all would he make her do. Her mind was occupied all the way up to the floor where they were supposed to meet her instructor. She shuddered back to reality when Mr. Singh greeted someone.“Hello Rita, this is Seema. Our newest recruit,” said Mr. Singh addressing a woman in her early twenties in front of a room. She was as tall as Seema but attractive. She had an hourglass figure under the formal dress she was wearing, a round face shining in the. "Look at the two of them side by side, seam by seam."I humored her by examining the workmanship on the boxes.And then I noticed something.They were the same!And I'm not talking about being the same color, or the same design. I mean both pieces of wood on the tops had been split from the same log! The patterns were almost identical in that way that fine furniture, all made from one log is the same. I looked closely at the joints. They were identically made too, and not in a mechanical way. What. ”Sharon was not amused by the man’s crudity and, in fact, she shed a tear or two letting her long hair cover her face as she thought about her shocking degradation with her ass up high for the man’s nasty fingers. He steadied her with his arms and legs pinning her down and soon she was rocking back into his groin to get his hardness in deeper. It was a slutty thing to do, but she was past that point where she could pretend innocence or distaste for her shameful treatment.“Please, Mister.