“Yessss baby” she purred “oh god yes, eat all you want. I made plenty”. Her hand moved down to her luscious mound and her fingers began to rub... her clit, her sweet nectar flowing more heavily. His tongue lapped at the small stream flowing from her legs as she continued to work her clit. His hands moved to her hips and pulled her into his face. Burying his tongue in her moist love hole he then moved to her sphincter and began to tongue and rim her. “Oh GOD, you dirty little boy” she laughed while. I then brought her down from the cot and took out her Sari within no time. She was now standing in front of me with petticoat only. I told her to unbutton my shirt which she did with her trembling hand. She told me that her husband is a drunkard and does not fulfill her needs. Also told me that she was attracted to me from the day when she came to work in our house. I untied my trouser and took out my 8 inches long cock which was at its full erection with two inches in diameter. I pulled her. “Lift my cock,” he growled, picking me by my pussy. I reached behind me and pulled his shaft straight, taking a minute to stroke his rock hard pole. I felt his tongue glide up my spine, and a shiver went through me. He used my cunt to guide me back down, until his thick plum knocked at my back door. My heart was racing. I had never had anything that big in my ass, and I had heard that it hurt. I was scared. He kept a steady downward pressure, until his mushroom had breached my tight, little. With the class dismissed, I dived off well away from the other dancers, grabbed my bag and coat from its hook in the boy's tiny changing room. My plan was to dash down the corridor to the back of the building where unobserved I would hide in the props store. There was a huge wicker basket in the corner of the room and I climbed in amongst a mass of brightly coloured, elaborately decorated ballet tutus. As I closed the lid behind me, I sniggered at the thought that the girl's costume basket.