.“Cchod saale cchod.. You are my slave ..do as I say.. Fuck your mistress..”And she was thumping on my dick..The sound of thup thup thup in the ro...m..She did this for a while and got up..She said- “Now fuck me like your whore you rascal.. Tear my pussy..”She sat on her knees and placed one palm on bed for support. With her right hand fingers, she spread her pussy. I was behind her ass. The view was mesmerizing.Perfect ass, spread dripping pussy and the beauty cursing and urging me to fuck. Ilove ballet and understand that dancers havewell-developed legs and tushes. I like having a girliefanny because I look great in tights, which isextremely important when you are a dancer. Thedownside is that the boys are always grabbing,pinching or slapping my bottom, and that can be veryembarrassing. My friends from my dance class don'tthink there's anything unusual about my fanny, so Idon't think the guys at school should give me such ahard time. My mom says the guys are just jealousbecause. She had remarked several times how lovely I was and what a sin it was for my parents to insist I keep my body imprisoned under the layers of clothing I was forced to wear. I had silently agreed with her. I enjoyed the freedom of being in a natural state."So, basically, we get to school, remove our clothes and go to class?" I asked for clarification.Brenda responded, "Yes, if all you do is go to school. I'm on the color guard. So all my practices and my performances at games will be done nude,. She started asking me about the details and I told that we work together in office and I cam her to drop her as it was raining heavily. She thanked for helping her daughter. While speaking to her, I came to know that Diksha was a widow and her husband died about six months ago due to road accident. She requested me to help Diksha in getting the dues from her husband’s office. I promised to help her. In the meantime, she came out of the kitchen and told me that dinner is ready. After dinner, I.