Neha didi was wearing a lowcut white t-shirt and jeans and as usual, she was not wearing a bra, so her light brown nipples were slightly visible from ...the top.Neha didi was unaware of all the hungry stares she was getting from other males in the pub as they sat down for food and drinks.They started talking about random things and before she knew it, she was already pretty drunk. Dilip sir was enjoying the show all the evening. Every time the order came, she would reach across the table for. "You did well granddaughter." He spoke proudly "I leave it up to you if you want to let the relationship go on. What you have felt has only been a taste of what I have to offer you. I'll give you a minute to decide. Should you say yes, I want complete control immediately. You will call me master and do ANYTHING I say no matter what. Should you say no, you must immediately leave my house and forget this ever happened." I-I want to be your slave sir, I will do anything that you want." I said. The juniors were the only ones who were allowed to talk. Jarvis and Smith amused us with stories of their past experiences at C.M. A. We didn't dare to even crack a smile.On Friday afternoon we stood behind Jarvis as he knocked on the door to the room. A deep baritone voice granted us permission to enter the room.Two seniors were standing next to the window bunks. The juniors and sophomores took up their position next to their bunks. Charlie and I followed suit, standing at attention. Craig. He realized he'd need to keep her hot or she'd likely have post-orgasmic regrets. Her mood swings had been very volatile leading up to the psychologist appointment. So as soon as her orgasmic overload began to subside, he said, "You've been a very bad girl. Not only are you not wearing high heels, but you've got a shirt on under that apron too. How am I supposed to enjoy your big tits when they're all bundled up like that? Take it all off, right now!"Her massive melons were hardly "bundled up".