Mike was perfectly centered in the priest's vision at the edge of his huge desk. He stood tall, ramrod straight, as fixed and stern as a staring eagle.... His eyes focused on the priest and bored into him. Whatever he saw in the priest's mind or soul, no emotion touched Mike's face. Several long moments ticked slowly away while he stared at the sweating, squirming man in the chair."Look into my eyes."The command was barely audible in the office but it rang like the clap of doom in the priest's. And I sucked it like a lollipop for a few minutes. Then I removed my bra and made him suck my boobs for sometime. Then I rode him for some time until he came deep inside me. Then I kissed him for some time and then untied his hands.We both got dressed, I went down to check if my daughter was back home from playing. She was there and was sleeping in her bedroom. I covered her with a blanket and went up. He was talking to someone in phone. I sat on the bed and started reading a book. I heard what. My professor, a middle-aged woman who was totally living up to the stereotype of teacher, the dyed slightly blue-tinged grey hair in a severe bun, the heavy duty industrial strength brassiere, the granny panties, grey skirt and jacket, frilly blouse, and three-inch patent leather pumps, she should have been in Hollywood, or maybe she had gotten her fashion sense from Hollywood or some porn movie.There was always that expectation of the gift of a bright red apple every time that I saw her – but. Kya mazza aa raha hai meri rani ..kha..jamke.. “hai rajjjja ! Our jor…seeeeee … bara majjjjjjjja aaaaa aa raha hai……our joooorrrr seeee……. ..ohhhhh maaaaa oh mere raja bahut achchha lag raha hai…wo bhi ab upar se kas kas kar dhakke par dhakka lagate hue bol raha tha, “ hai raniiiiiii.. Tumhari bur ne to aaj mere lund ko pagal bana diya hai….wah es sundar bur ka diwana ho gaya hun…..ese chod chod kar jab tak tum chahogi jannat ki sair karungaa…. Rani bahut maja aa raha hai….” Phir mom bhi boli.