Then he finally said, “gurpreet mujhe tumse bohot din se ek bat kehni thi, Mai tumse bohot pyaar karta hu gurpreet, I can’t live without you pleas...e accept my proposal gurpreet please”I was really very happy because I was near my goal.I said “varun sir Mai bhi apse bohot pyaar karti hu bas Kabhi keh nhi pai”As I said this, he hugged me very tightly, I was really turned on.Then he held me gently by my face and brought near to his lips and kissed me for very long. I was also holding his head and. She hadn't clocked in. That was strange. I hung around. Still nothing. Then one of the girls came to me and said she'd called in early with a note saying she was quitting. I went in to see the manageress and she showed me the note. I begged her for some information, anything to help me locate her. She was reluctant - I took her hand, squeezing it and begging for the info. She went red."Well, we have her address in Russia", she flashed me a smile, I could have had her in any other circumstance.. “I can’t afford to let you leave the house because I want to fuck you all day long.” “That would be wonderful. So… hmmmmm wonderful,” she groaned between clenched teeth as I continued to touch every tender spot I could reach. I could feel her orgasm building up as she moaned louder. It was obvious from her breathing and flushed look on her pretty face, that she was getting close to her breaking point and I was determined to push her over the top. Shoving another finger inside her, I cupped her. Fucking bitch, I thought to myself. I was on a hair trigger. I glared at her and she put on the expression of supreme innocence in return. I gritted my teeth and turned back to the class. Don't get me wrong. She wasn't a bad kid, as far as I knew. She was devilishly beautiful and probably the brightest of the lot of them. She was confrontational, sure, but insightful, sometimes brilliant, and had a perspective on history that defied her young age. The problem was that she instinctively rebelled.