He had come to my big city university from England on a sports scholarship, his athletic body radiating strength and power. He rested his head on a ma...sive curled bicep as he shrugged back at me. ‘Have it your way, Mrs. Divine.’ The disrespect made me fume, buff bod or not, when I got Big Tim Donehy to myself, I was gonna make him my bitch. *** When the last little slut in my class had managed to pry her face away from Tim and ass-wiggle her way out the door, I locked it behind her. ‘Okay. Main use pure 2 saal baad dekh raha tha tab who bahut chooti thi. Par ab 5’5 lambi, sanwali, 32.26.32.Aur mera mobile no 9931971100 hai Main bus use dekhta hi reh gaya meri nazar uske santre jaise boobs par chipak kar reh gayi thi. Who mujhse 3 saal choti thi or abhi 12th class mein thi par puri tarah se jawan ho chuki thi. Mere ghar mein meri maa or ek choti behen hai. Mummy kheti ka sara kaam khud samhalti hain or meri behen 8th class mein hai. Mera ghar bahut bada hai or kaafi khula hua hai. She smiled. "They are a lovely bunch of women, Joe. You want to go undercover with one of them?" She winked."All in the line of duty boss." Who?" The nurse." She single?" In her heart." You wicked boy," she said, continuing her stare."What?" I asked as per usual when she stared at me in that particular way."You remind me of me when I was your age."It was a comment she had made many times in our student/teacher relationship. To me, what with my constant admiration of her as a skillful. You already lived a blessed life.So what could this surprise be?Money, you think, it is probably money. Lots of money. An early inheritance. Enough money to let you move out of the old manor and start a life of your own. Your mind drifts and you see yourself living the extravagant jet-setting life of a young bachelor millionaire. Ohhh the fun you would have.Although, maybe it is an inheritance of another kind. You know you come from a long line of secretive and eccentric American aristocracy..