" She gave Heather a sly smile. "Unless, of course, he finds this mysterious evidence of his. You will surely let me know if he ever approaches you as...king for such a thing."Heather nodded at once. "Yes, Ms. Bendon, of course I will," she heard herself say."I had hoped to have you please my pussy once more this morning, but that would make you late for class. So go." Yes, Ms. Bendon," Heather intoned. She stood, picked up her backpack, and headed out of the office.She squirmed and uttered a deep. When I enquired with my dad about the ritual, he just said, its because they fixed up the younger daughter’s marriage so they have this ritual to be conducted by the cousin brother who is still not married.I didn’t bother too much and decided to go in the next day in the morning itself. I did call up the relative about my coming tomorrow and reached to his place the next day at around 9-9.30am.His name was Rakesh, in his sixties, his wife Ramila was in her fifties and their 3 other married. Mouth or face. Best you can get. A small contribution. I’m in and I stay in. Sleaze. Cock. Hot. The stench of sweat (not mine). Sleaze. Words, rough words from his mouth. Another trigger. Euphoria. Cum. A big load, a small contribution. And I’m out.I inhale. I exhale. And I walk again. Another sound, another gesture. I’m in. More sweat, more sleaze, more cum. Another contribution. And repeat, again. And again.I walk again. Reality is beginning to creep back. I’m done, I think, and I start to. I felt a constellation of stars explode across my ass. I lost my breath. Sylvia cleared her throat. Oh, yes, the words, the words! “Thank you, Ma’am. I will never again waste your time…Mistress.” The strokes came one after another. I fought the tears until I couldn’t anymore. I felt them wash down my face in a shameless stream. I held position, though, and I followed Sylvia’s commands. She finally told me to stand. I felt wobbly and my chest was heaving as I cried openly. She reached behind me.