My master gave more attention to me and thought me very well. Other students were jealous of me. They used to ask master “Y you are giving more atte...tion to that guy”. My master told them that I am special for him. I felt nice. On that night I had to stay in my masters home because my parents went to tirupathi since no one there in my house my parents told my master to stay with me so that I can prepare well for my test. On that day I and my master had dinner together and I was reading for some. ‘She even let me put a new dress on her. She insisted on a white one though.’ The man shook his head. ‘She rarely knows her own age,’ he added to Keme. ‘So, when you give her the flower, treat her like she is your age. It will make her happy.’ ‘Allright,’ said Keme. Wondering how he would pull that off while looking at an old crone. ‘Thank you,’ said the worn out man. Then he said, ‘Evelin. There’s someone here to see you.’ There was no reply. ‘It’s the pretty boy,’ stated the worn out man. The. He was waiting. I moved slightly so the audience couldn’t see. I nodded.I felt his hands move quickly up to my waistband. In the next second, he pulled my shorts from under me and over my massively erect cock. I was helpless to stop him even if I’d wanted to, my hands securely behind the chair. He stepped aside, and I was suddenly naked, with my shorts around my ankles – not just erect but fully exposed to the audience.Time stood still. I didn’t hear a sound from the audience, but I could feel. I cover his cock, which has finally become hard, and lube myself. I lieflat on the bed, face down, unable to look again at his horrid, smearedmake up. He pushes in easily and starts fucking me. My own orgasm hasleft me feeling indifferent and numb. I barely feel him, so pale andweak is he compared to the powerful memories that fueled my climax.When he pops inside the rubber, I barely notice the up tempo throbinside me. He vocalizes his climax extravagantly in falsetto andcollapses off of.