It was astonishing what you could achieve in the name of economic development. Municipalities would rush to eliminate taxes, seize private property fo...r your project, or simply waive burdensome regulations – and it was all above board. They were all things that the regulators were perfectly happy to hang around the neck of local businesses otherwise.The first big trip for Waylon, and the experimental jet, was going to be to Chennai, India. Better known by its former name, Madras, Chennai was. Our kissing started slowly…we were both enjoying each other, exploring each other’s bodies…my hands on your breasts, your thighs, your tummy…nibbling your ear, communicating our wishes and desires through words and body…loosing ourselves in the heat and the passion of the moment…. My fingers danced across you, the silk lingerie so smooth beneath them, and my palms brushing your breasts lightly, you responding by arching your back towards me in the half-light, you radiate desire. Your hands move. She moaned a little more intensely from deeper inside and cradled my head so my mouth was comfortably on her nipple. I took the breast I was working on in both my hands and held her as her moans almost became a low hum. I slipped one hand to her other nipple and used my fingers to simulate the motion my mouth was performing on her left breast. Then quickly I switched and replaced my hand with my hot, wet mouth. As I pulled my mouth away for the swap I made sure to leave her nipple very wet so. Mr Sims had always been such a flirt. All us girls were in love with him, fantasised about him, slagged off his fiancée, laughed about how we would woo him once we had gotten out of school. But I wasn’t ready to wait that long. I shaved my pussy bald yesterday and made sure I went commando today in preparation for the last class of the day, Mr Sims’. I sat in the front row and kept my legs firmly spread throughout the class. But he didn’t even blink, I didn’t catch him even glimpsing. He gave.