I bet he'd go down on me too." Lucy, I'm teaching a class here. Is it getting in the way of your texting?" Mr. Williams asked. He grabbed my phone out... of my hands before I could delete the texts. I watched him walk back to his desk with it, wondering if he saw anything. "You can pick this up at the end of the day Miss Smith," He said, before putting it in a drawer in his desk.My cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, but I told myself not to worry. The chances he saw the texts were slim. Right?. Mem boli nahi sir inhone tu meri help ki hai tab jake meri jaan may jaan aai mene mem ko kaha ki mem aap apane ghar par phone karake bata du ki mera exident ho gaya hai but mem boli nahi mere phone karane se ghar wale tension may aa jayege me bola ke phir kaya karna hai mem boli ki mera nam poojaOr aap mere ko bar 2 mem mat bolo may tu aapse kafi chuti hon then mene pooja ko kaha ke esa karte hai kI aap hospital ki van leke apne ghar cahol may aapki scorty ko aapke ghar lay aata hun tab pooja. I know that you pirates operate on a thin profit margin, how much did it cost you to buy that ship and outfit your crew, how much have you spent so far in this venture? My bet is that if you leave empty-handed, you’re ruined, you can’t afford to let this vessel be destroyed any more than I can.”She reached down and gripped him by the collar of his shirt, lifting him off the deck and bringing him up to her face, her hackles raised as she snarled at him. Eriksen wasn’t fazed, it was all for show.. .and I felt that awkward 'stir' in my shorts again. The only thing between me and you was the thinest of fabric. I tried to conceal my arousal as you figited next to me. Your breath was so warm, and the perfume you wore was beyond captivating. You wrapped your arm over my chest and squeezed me tightly and kissed my cheek. Then you half way draped one leg over mine, your knee just a few inches from my throbbing cock. Now my 'stir' had become a full blown erection. I laid there not knowing what.