One day we were communication and She was looking into my eyes and I was continuously looking at her boobs. It was not first time but She always ignor...ed me while I used to watch her boobs. On that day She shouted on my and pointed her fingers on her boobs and said. "Jahan what are you looking at". I was blushed and said sorry.After coming home, On that particular day I though that I would not do this again. Next day I went to class and looked at her. I was amazed to see that she was wearing. As more of the ricotta mix went down my hands slid down the insides of her thighs. And as more sauce was ladled out my right hand cupped and rubbed her moist pussy. "Mmm," she purred. As Teresa slowly put the top later of eggplant and a topping of Parmesan cheese on the dish, my left hand played with her breast as my right rubbed up and down her pussy lips. Her mound was smooth, her juices sticky under my probing fingers. Teresa gripped the counter top as I slid a finger inside of her while. She came from a very big rich family. She has a long, sharp nose, heavy hips. She likes free sex. At home also she walks nude always. We have 8 servants at home. Mom treats them as feet slaves. She calls them as pig, donkey, rascal, dog, idiot, stupid like that. She always carries either a whip or a cane. Whenever she tells some work, first she beat the servant and tells work later. She uses two of them as ponies. He likes only one servant boy, Venkatesh, who has 13 inches dick. She fucks with. Without warning she bends down and puts my cock in her mouth. I am startled a little bit because I had closed my eyes, enjoying the hand job. "It was a little too dry so I thought I'd get it wet," Crystal nonchalantly explains to me as she goes back to jerking me off. Now with some mouth-aided lubrication, the hand job is feeling a lot better. After a few more strokes, she starts up a conversation about the merits of "handies" vs. "head" and I am finding it difficult to contribute anything.