Then Anita madam asked me “Sid, what happened baby why did you stop drinking your beloved teacher’s milk?” I replied her that madam the flow of ...milk became slow and since I was not enjoying the flow I stopped drinking milk. Then Anita madam said “oh my lovely son was so hungry Babu!!! You drank all milk of your teacher, don’t worry Babu!! This time while sucking you presses my boobs with both your hand rapidly, you will get back the original flow”.I did the same and started sucking madam’s. When the red light shows thepower is on and you can record via your VCR through your TVI could see he was confused and said I would install it for him and Icould do the monitoring for him if he liked.He agreed and paid me upfront for the equipment and gave me a few quid ontop.I ordered myself another camera off of ebay and took mine down to set itup for him straight away.I set it up on a wall outside his bedroom and it was the best vantagepoint to see anyone coming towards his house.I monitored. But I didn't finish because I didn't want to hurt her. But I knew I could cum. It was many years after that, until I had sex again. And it just wasn't like it was when I first had sex, when I had sex with someone I cared about. Though I thought I could really care about this person. The sad thing is that this outlook on love and sex is feminine in itself. The masculine sexuality is objectifying in itself. And the paradox to this is equal in my alternative view of my gender. Isn't fetishizing. Enjoy**George's room was clean, for a college football player. I didn't mind. All I cared about was how soft his blankets were, and they were both clean and as soft as my own. He had me out of my cheerleading skirt within a minute of closing his apartment bedroom door. I had my top off just as fast, and in moments we were naked. His thick erection impaled me on my back seconds later. Good thing I was sopping wet from not wearing panties and expectation. God, he was big and determined to stuff.