Us k kaan ko b kaafi der tak suck kiyaa wwo aaaaaaaaah mmmmmmm aaah waise aawaze nikal rahee thee..Mera lund b tight ho raha thaa…7’inch kaa lund ...b underwear ko phhad kar bahar nikalne ko fadfadaa raha thaa..main t-shirt utaar dee aur apnaa chest us k chest se laga k ragadne laga..us ne abhi kapdne nai utare the wo mana kar rahe thee.per maine jaise waise mana k us k dress ko nikal dia under blck bra thee jo muje kaafi atract kartee hai..main phir bra ko b utar dia aur ab us k white white bols. Said the sadistic teacher as he got up and moved around behind Cherry like a predator stalking its prey. Little Cherry had little choice. She was thoroughly terrified at defying him and increasing her chastisement. Like a c***d first learning to walk, she moved to his desk and put her hands flat on it like instructed. "I really care about you Cherry that's why I have to do this to you. Its for the best darling". Slowly Mr. Johnson approached Cherry. He stood behind her and smelled her hair. Jessie knew that her own ‘judging skills’ were being completely compromised by her own absolute partiality towards those up there that she was only too well acquainted with. When she saw Bjorn, and Clarissa, and Jock, and Marleen and Kate, and Jamahl, and Riona, and Shona, and a few others she knew, marching around that stage then to her they all became instant winners - no questions asked! She felt just so proud of them all and felt like going up to the judges behind their tables and. Nora was not afraid to offer suggestions and advice. They became a cohesive team. As the months went by, he got to know more about her, too. She was divorced, owned a loft apartment, and was forty-two years old. She had a two year degree in business and had worked her way up the administrative ladder. He still found her sexy as hell, but he respected her intelligence and common sense, too. When he looked at her, ninety-five percent of the time it was as a colleague. The other five percent?.