“Wait,” Mrs. Ashima was loud. “Let me reciprocate for what you have done.” Vanishree stood still as Mrs. Ashima struggled to stand up and bega...n walking towards her. Mrs. Ashima went right behind Vanishree and began pressing her body against her student. The tutor’s waist was pressing against the student’s ass cheeks while the senior’s hands reached from behind to rest on the young girl’s sexy breasts. Mrs. Ashima’s fingers began kneading Vanishree’s nipples as the student bit her lips in. We are now both consumed with lust. I kiss you hard on the mouth, then you neck as I grab your ass and dry hump you.Then I turn us around and you sit in the chair. I pull you to me, forcing your face into my crotch so you can feel how hard you make me. Now you are following my orders. "Unzip me me.", you pull down my zipper. "Feel me." You reach inside and feel my dick through my knit boxers. It is rock hard and straining for release. "Take it out." You reach inside the boxers through the folds. “Use me” I would cry, “Touch me, violate me” and you will because you cannot resist. Your fingers are busy, you become frantic, you are stretching me now, exploring my limits. You check my face. Still it is unchanged, accepting. Inside I am crying, though I cannot show you. My desires are unspeakable. You are curious you want to know how I taste. If I could speak, I would tell you that I ‘want’ to know how it feels to be licked. Your tongue is tentative at first,. My hart was racing at what I had just seen. I realized that I had to cover my tracts about this if I ever expected by wife to have sex play with me again.I quickly left my peep hole watching her cleaning her pussy, as much as I was enjoying it, so that I could go out into the hall and pretend for my wife that it was me in the booth next to her with my dick through the glory hole.I made it out to the hall quickly and stood in the narrow hall infront of my wife's booth. I was nervous know that.