Jo m mujhse akele hi sahan karni h…Mene fir khate khate pucha aunty aap itni sundar h ..Pyari ..H…Aap aisi baten karogi mene kabhi socha nh tha…....Vo ek dum…Shant ho k mujhe dekhne lage shayd unki nigahe bhot kuch bol rahi thi jo btana chahti ho…Itne me…door bel baji..Me uthne lgaa.to…Dal chawal..Mere pent pe gir gaye…Aunty boli…Are tum betho me dikhti hu…Tum washroom m saf karo ise..Me wash from ki taraf bda hi tha ki aunty ki awaj aai…Gate s..K anish jaldi aao..Uncle n bhot pi rakhi thi or gate. Walker, and again, you are to address me as Ms. Foley, do you understand?" She asked, gawking at her."Why, my first name is Tiffany, but you call me 'Ms. Walker', so why is it okay for you to call me that when you know my first name?" Tiffany asked.Kendra scoffed and looked at me. "I'm just gonna be a minute, or two, Joseline. I have a bratty college student that decided to plagiarize parts of her English paper." No, I didn't, you just don't like me, and it looked kind of similar to something. Wasn’t everybody? That’s why they sold rubbers. I was careful. For me it wasn’t so much the sex, or the fun of it, it was mostly about getting even. I didn’t know or care who I was paying back; I only knew I had to spear as many twats as I could.This went on for weeks, months even. However, even the most licentious man, the worst libertine gets tired after a while. Sex that is the fucking, blow jobs, jamming my dick up girls’ asses gets tiresome after a while. I had to admit it; I was kidding. He introduced her to pain and brought out her submissive side. He would make her dress up for him, and then parade her around with no panties. He liked to pretend that he was her daddy, which she also loved. Her lace covered pussy throbbed as she thought about the ways that he hurt her. Pinching her nipples, spanking her bottom, clamps… she was such a willing student. She loved making him happy and doing what he said made her pussy so very wet. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. .