It was a Friday afternoon: we were all bored, sleepy, looking forward to the weekend when we could walk in the woods, swim in the lake, sleep a little... later – on the Saturday, at least. On Sundays they dragged you from bed at six for matins.Our English mistress was called Miss Walters. She was in her mid-40s and very beautiful, if a little harsh. She always wore very tight blouses through which you could often see the dark outline of her bra. She must have been at least a 40DD: they were bloody. " Her voice trailed off then she added, "Of COURSE there are THAT many women who want what you have to give. You DO know this is all i*****l as hell...right?" I nodded and said, "I am being careful Mom."I told her I knew it was i*****l but I couldn't see why. I wanted what women had and women wanted what I had. I was discreet and cared about making the women happy. What was the problem that made society call it i*****l."My only problem Mom is that I do these gigs during the day because. Manmathan padam thaan enaku niyabagam vanthathu athil antha pen naan ivanai thirumanam seithukoluven ivan enakaaga ena vendumanalum seiyuvaan aanal naan ivanuku theriyamal kala kathal vaithukondu jollyaga sex seithukondu irupen endru solvathu pola therinthathu. Naan evalavu thaan controlaaga irunthaalum ennai intha thevidikal suma viduvathaaga theriya villai.Naanum avalai kangalaale ooka aarambithen, en kangal aval mulai matrum idupai paarthu rasika aarambithathu. Ivalathu rich tone enakul. Turning my concentration back to my tender loving of Omar’s beautiful monster, I quickly became engrossed, and then suddenly I heard a faint strange whistling sound in the air. Before I could dwell on the strange sound however, I felt sharp stripes of pain on my bare buttocks. Caught completely off guard, I thrust my cunt harder into Paige’s face as loud gasps surged from within me, and my senses were trapped in the twilight zone of mixed pleasure and pain. From the distance I heard that.