It was in the rainy season of June that I was feeling very much home sick and my health was getting very bad day by day because of the hostel food and... so I decided to take a leave of one week to go home. After reaching home things became good for me, thanks to the care and food of my mom.It was another regular day of heavy rains and as usual after doing the daily chores I went to bathroom to have a hot shower, thanks to the water heater. Well sometimes I spend little bit more time in bathroom ,. Should I ask him to turn around or stand behind him? I reach around him and cleaned his chest, feeling his strong pecs under my tiny hands as he moaned like he enjoyed the process. Going downwards over his abs and towards his crotch I stopped to collect more soap. He complimented me on my touch. I didn't need to if it felt wrong he said, but that I should be thorough to not have to do it again soon. It felt wrong, but somehow I decided to do it. Also I was curious for touching it. He turned. Mr. Jay says, “You’re so tight, I can’t get in there. Daddy likes this tight ass but let’s try this, put your right leg up on the sink. That should help get your ass hole open a little more.” I lift my right leg and put it on the sink as he said. Mr. Jay puts his right hand on my right ass cheek and pushes it to the side to open me up. He then slowly presses his big black dick against my ass hole. I feel his wet dick press up against my dripping with lube ass hole and we both moan as his dick. I can't make a 'B'. I won't be the valedictorian." She was upset, but she was also pissed off. Who did he think he was, anyway."There must be some mistake. I don't make B's." There's no mistake, Stephanie. Your final average was 86 . . . a 'B.' If you would have put a little effort into that paper you would have made it. It was not typical of your writing. You clearly either missed (or likely ignored, I thought) the point of the assignment."I was finished with my conversation. "Now, if you will.