Didi: Achha jyaada bhola banane ki jaroorat nahi hai, ab tumhaari shaadi ho chuki hai, ab to tum khush ho Vishal?Me: Haan didi khush to hoon, lekin ka...bhi kabhi lagta hai ki kuch kami haiDidi: Kaisi kami? Tum khush to ho na apni biwi Anjali ke saath?Me: Haan didi khush to hoon phir bhi…Didi: Phir bhi kya? Vishal tum mujhe khul kar batao baat kya hai? Waise bhi mere aur tumhaare beech sab kuch khula hua hai, kuch bhi chipaane ki jaroorat nahi hai…Me: (Maine aankh maarte hue kaha) kahan khula hua. " I notice Jamal was looking at my ass as I walked around the room. I went over the chalkboard and started cleaning it and dropped the eraser. I bent down to grab it and pecked back to Jamal staring at my butt. I got up and went to the back to the shelf in the beck of the classroom and started organizing the books and I called Jamal over "Jamal could you help me with these books" Jamal said "sure miss C" I got on my hands and knees and Jamal knee next to me helping. He leaned back and i felt. Now before criticizing me for watching porn let me explain why I was doing it. Like most nineteen year olds sex was always on my mind whether I wanted to think about it or not. But ever since witnessing my scumbag father and his no good friends gangbanging my friend Courtney when I now thought of sex the images from that night came back to me. Since before that I’d had major feelings for her every time I remembered it was like a dagger to my heart.So in order to drive those images from my mind. I wasn't wearing any underwear naturally - he'd pulled them off a long while ago, as well as my bra and top. Masters knee was where my crotch lay, it dag into me and everytime he spanked my bare ass I got wetter and wetter, and pressed up against his knee. Something else also dag into me, his large and erect penis grinded into my stomach; arousing me further. I could feel my thighs getting wet. "You like this don't you little slut?" master said with a smirk as he stuck a finger into my very wet.