She replied why you want . I am married dear . And my husband is a army officer . And if he comes to know . He ll kill you . I said her wat if he is .... Am i troubling you am i telling you something wrong . Am i a bad looking guy. And Is there anything wrong in friendship . She taught for a while and said there is nothing wrong. And again i asked whats your name . She said very softly rasika. I said her wa your name is as sexy as her . She said me what you mean . I said nothing.Then our talk. "It's more of a them, there is an old castle in the highlands of Scotland that is inhabited by eight men. Each man is a master of his discipline. They are the ones to train us." She explained."When do you think we should start?" I asked."As soon as possible." she responded."What about school and my job?" I asked, and yes I knew I sounded like some one playing 20 questions."After you spend a year with these men you will know more than your teachers. As for your job can't you have your work. He walks over to the bed and pushes me back, opening my legs to see my damp knickers and gently pushes them aside, he slides his fingers up and down my wet slippery slit which feels like a lifetime, until he gently pushes 2 fingers in my pussy and I let out a high gasp, he slides his finger inside me gently, then faster making me wetter and wetter moaning out in pleasure, he then moves in closer and start to lick and suck on my throbbing clit.He moves his tongue over my clit and occasionally. ‘When will we see them?’ ‘Tomorrow. We’ll take you to the common at the back of the manor. Jayne will join us. She is the hawker around here, I just go along with it. Quite getting into it. It’s interesting, as you will agree Jack. Paris? You come from the city of romance I believe?’ ‘Yes. I was born just outside of the city. My parents moved into Paris when I was fifteen. As a child there was falconry near our home. I would go there at weekends and join in with the other local hawkers. A.