This story involves some femdom and fetish. Readers, who don’t like these things, please do not continue reading. This story will be somewhat nasty....About me, I am a student aged 20, with a well build athletic body and an average cock. My class teacher Krithika, she is a sex bomb. All my friends would masturbate thinking about her. No one will miss her class. Her size 36-28-38. Students at first bench can clearly see her navel, because of her dressing style. She wears a deep cut saree, so one. En marumgal paarka oliyaaga thaan irupaal, mulai soothu sirithaaga than irukum. Aanal slimaaga irupaal, enaku appozhuthu theriya villai oliyaaga irukum pengal udan udal uravu vaithaal namaku athigamaana company kidaikum endru. Naan muthalil avalai ooka vendum endra ennam ellam ilamal thaan irunthen, enai nandraaga iruvarum paarthukola aarambithaargal.Naan avaluku samayal araiyil niraiya uthavi seithu kodupen, appozhuthu aval en udan nandraaga pesi pazhaguvaal. Oru naal naan. Music?’ ‘Sure.’ ‘Preference?’ ‘Not really. I listen to anything.’ Right. I decided to not scare her too much so I decided to play some old school Anthrax. She shocked the hell out of me by singing along to ‘Indians’. That was interesting. ‘Ok we’re gonna start with the outlining. This is the worst part. This piece won’t take long, but if you need a minute just lemme know. Straight?’ She gave me another sardonic grin. ‘I’m pretty sure I can handle it.’ She was either really stupid or. The material hugged the crease between her cunt lips accenting it for all to see. She looked up and saw most of the people in the pool area looking at her. She quickly crossed her legs. She put on her sunglasses and sun hat in an effort to cover herself. She thought of how humiliated she was when her skirt blew up at the airport yesterday and how much more she was exposed now. "I prefer you didn't cross your legs slave." She looked at her Master seeing the reflection of her nearly nude.