“It got pretty bad for a while, because I was always exhausted by the end of the day from having these really intense, leg-shaking orgasms. Then I w...ouldn’t do all of my homework, because I would sleep all evening. I’d wake up the next day, and the whole process would start over again. Wake up, masturbate, go to school, skip a class to masturbate, sneak out at the end of school to have sex with Greg. Every single time, I cummed my brains out.“Within a month, my grades were looking pretty dismal. When my boobs were being fondled I found one hand opening the buttons of my blouse. The hand successfully opened all the buttons and pulled my boobs out. The boobs were still under my saree but exposed to all those who wanted to see them as the saree was Nylon saree. Suddenly I felt a mouth kissing my nipples and holding them in his mouth. My boobs were being held by two boys and the third was sucking them. I was becoming very much excited and had become totally wet in my Panty. When all this. By this time, I was totally out of my mind with desire, quite probably from the wine but I did not care. I was completely naked by this time and not the least bit aware of my state. The group of men had started to look to me as the centre of attraction, something that I took as a compliment. One of them, a very studly looking man had taken my hand and led me towards the hanging leather sling. He was telling me that this was a good thing and from the feelings coursing through my body, it was. I explained to the mother that I was merely continuing the training of her daughter to be more compliant with the needs of men if she had any hope of success in procuring a suitable husband. Fortunately, Donna Emmanuel saw the wisdom of this approach and conspired with me to give her rebellious daughter a permanent attitude change with regards to accepting male domination of her feminine mystique.You can be sure that I was careful in not damaging the skin of the young lovely girl's posterior.