“I need some food, I’m gonna go pick up some food at that restaurant we saw on the other side of campus. Do you want to go with me, Charlie?” Al...i asks as she grabs her purse and phone from the counter. “I think I just want to rest, if that’s okay,” I say with a small smile as I sit on the opposite side of the couch Michael is sitting on. “Of course,” she says cheerily, waving at me as she walks out of the door. My stomach stirs as I look at Michael to see him looking at me too. It’s the first. I took the book out of it along with other important stuff i had brought.I took out a small jar which was filled of flour paste mixed with saffron. I opened that page of the book which had a detailed tantric design titled Bhaga-yantra. I made a copy of the design on the floor with the paste. I filled up this huge rangoli with different type of flowers and pulses as mentioned in the book. Then, i lit a lamp of buttermilk in the center where all arcs met. I also lit four lamps of oil in the four. .I'm pretty sure I was born that way...my parents were not huge believers in corporal punishment but I got the odd spanking with the hairbrush when I got out of line...A lot of my early recollections were at school either bearing witness to a classroom spanking or me being on the receiving end.But it was the 1970s and the slipper still ruled the classroom.It was a giddy unexplainable excitement I felt when seeing another pupil being beaten...the sounds the reactions as I sat there watching with. He fit his cock in between my big breasts and fucked them for a few minutes. I could see on his face that he was reaching a point of no return and I could feel his cock pulsating and growing to its max. He then exploded right on my breasts. He really got me soaked, I could not believe how much cum came out of this man. It smelled really good and felt really warm but he just didn’t stop Cumming. His cum hit my face and my throat and it was dripping down my chin.My breasts were covered with his.