She stripped down naked as soon as she entered her bedroom, and there I was right behind her, dropping my pants to the floor, shoes off, taking off my...underwear ready to fuck.She laid on the bed, I started eating her pussy, I made sure to make it very juicy, so I could start sliding my fingers up Granny Beverly's asshole. She squirmed a little, as I put my fingers up her ass...I turned her over and started fucking her in the ass... In my mind, I'm now making up the rules of the game to distract. She said “ now be a gud bride and stay quite because raghu doesn’t likes shouting girls” they started to giggle and wished me “best of luck for my honey moon” then they left the room and locked it from out side.I now I realised what was happening they hade me perfect girl and gave the watchman liqure so that he is drunk and dosent figure out the the difference.Room was locked and I was at the mercy of raghu. His eyes where red i could see him stayring at me as lion looks at his pray in. anxiety. .. or two or three or six, I got up, padded barefoot down the hall, down the stairs, into the kitchen, got a drink of water, drank it, picked up the ringing phone and got a dial tone.A quick trip to the bathroom, as quick as a healthy young man with a full bladder can make it. I had just started to pee and the phone started up again."Answer the fucking phone!" hollered Grace.Stopping in mid stream? Not on your life. "I'm busy." God, do I have to do everything?"Pad, pad, pad, Ring ring ring.. I even managed to convince myself that, if a girl had yellow teeth, then for sure she was a swallower... or at least that's how many of my bathroom sessions came to a happy ending.But life went on, high school ended, and I was now a teacher in this ridiculously posh prep school. One of those where preppy girls arrive in Cadillacs and have chauffeurs open the doors for them. I never bothered to check, but I'm sure the fathers and mothers of that school were nothing less than senators, governors.