I told her it was okay.I didn’t want to pass up an amazing chance to fuck her and have my revenge. As I was changing into the lungi, I was certain s...e was watching me.So I turned towards the door and held my dick in my hand. I did so as to give her the green signal. And in a flash the door flung wide open and my sexy bitch teacher pounced onto me like a predator. She kissed me on my neck and ran her hands down my hair as she pinned me down to the bed. I held her ass and squeezed it tight. We. The light was coming from the small bathroom off her bedroom… and it was just enough to highlight her mostly-nude curves in such a way that he was stunned momentarily at the sheer sexiness of it. He stood there staring, afriad to move, until he heard one of her soft snores, and also caught a whiff of alcohol… and realized that hed gotten luckier than he could have imagined… she was passed out drunk! It explained the mess on the way to the room, the careless way she had fallen into bed… setting. .. The guy at the end of the bar stands up and begins to slowly make his way over. Uh oh. Suddenly, Stacy feels a strange presence fall over the room. She looks around nervously. Miss Cara floats towards her. She's stunning from head to nylon-toe. Dark-red clothing surrounds her tight, voluptuous body. Her eyes are trained on Stacy as she moves. Stacy can't help but notice the woman's cleavage subtly jiggling. It hypnotizes her. Miss Cara puts her hand against Stacy's cheek and softly greets. How you were a model guy.?My mind raced. The boy must be nineteen, two years younger than Sean, and someone who was also a former pupil of mine. The thought made me feel sick as my mind raced. A young boy only nineteen years of age was about to be enslaved. No names came to mind in my confused state, as I found it difficult to accept any former pupil and rugby player could be chained up in the cell like I had been yesterday. As if being enslaved by a former pupil was not enough, I was now.