During the one-to-one tutoring, I was struggling with just under half the girls, all of whom just wouldn't talk to me all. As time passed, I accepted ...the strange culture and Amara and I grew closer.It was now mid December and I was preparing to head back to the UK for Christmas so on the eve before my flight, Amara and I were sitting in her living room watching TV, which had become quite normal:"I've really not asked you before Sam but how are you enjoying teaching in Kumar" asked Amara?"I. Allin all she felt she was more or less the same as she'd been before, justwith an altered perception about a few, mostly sexual, things. She'd hadher eyes opened to the pleasures a man could give, and the benefits ofbeing a gorgeous enough woman to be on the receiving end of that on adaily basis.Not to mention from someone as smoking hot as Michael. She knew he hadhis other girls on the side, the various members of the apparent haremhe was forming, but she still counted herself lucky to get so. ,. Hotter the massage became. As she massaged between my legs. Kissing between my legs.’ Open’ she moaned. Kissing between my legs. As she stroked my vagina. Licking me in hot softness and warm snuggles her dark kisses flaming flew into my vagina. As she dove into my vagina.suckled me deeply darker and darker. The hisses hotter and hotter on my vagina. As she moaned.” Yes.. my kitten’ caressing my vagina slowly.kissing me deeply as she rubbed softly . Suckling of my vagina getting darker hotter. She slipped off her heeled shoes and tiptoed to the doorway. The doorwas still ajar.She peered round the frame warily, showing only so much of her face asshe absolutely had to. There were three men in her line of sight, allof them... yes... all of them asleep: collars up, caps down, arms foldedin their chairs to keep warm.Ann allowed herself a broader peep, letting more of her head come roundthe door jamb, taking the risk that she'd be seen in return for agreater certainty that she could.