She starts to get drowsy as it takes effect and says she must have drank too much. I tell her to drink up all the water so she doesn't get sick. She n...ods, and I watch her guzzle down every last drop. I smile knowing the bitch is mine. When we get back to her apartment, she is completely fucked up. It's late so no one sees me practically dragging her up the stairs and inside. I dump her on the bed onto her back. I shake her, poke her, pinch her. Nothing. She is completely out.I slowly hike up. I was her master now, yet she wouldevermore be the mistress of my heart. Simply from rubbing my big soapy hands over her neck andshoulders I could feel myself getting hard already. I watched the warm waterflowing over her body and relished in the fact that she was finally mine. I puther back against my chest as I generously lathered her titties. I took theminto my hands one at a time, making sure to clean them thoroughly while lettingmy rock-hard dick lightly graze her ass. .? My hands. I still remember her the way she used to dress. That sexy semitransparent saree which she used tug quite below her navel and her low cut blouse with her perfect ass and big tits and her angel like face had made me gaze at her all the time. Being her fav student as I was quite good at math I too started building a huge amount of lust toward her. She even caught me many times staring at her and used reciprocate it with a smile. I always thought I could have shot with her but didn’t had the guts. She'd always thought it was slightly bent. She leaned forward and peered more closely at it.It was then that her brother Rod came barging into her room. He slammed open the door, yelling "Hey squirt! Have you seen my Algebra book?"The door swung back against the wall forcefully. It hit the shelf. "The Thinker" teetered... and fell. Both occupants in the room turned at the sound of it hitting the floor and shattering into a thousand pieces."Oh... sorry." Rod said and started to ask his question.