She smiled when she saw Miss Watson. She looked so cute in the school uniform she had worn on each of the occasions they had met since that first time.... It was a short-sleeved green and white gingham dress with buttons up the front and a white belt. She wore flat black school shoes and, like Georgina, she had bare legs; lovely slim legs. Her shortish hair was neatly brushed and she looked like a proper schoolgirl; except she was actually thirty-five-years-old. “Hullo Miss,” Helen Watson said. Hum aisi aurat nahi hai”. I don’t know how I got courage that day and I replied “saali, maderchod jab bhaiyya haat lagata hai aur apna lund tumhare gand par tikatha hai tab tum shariff nahi thi. Maine dekha hai unhe tumhe chodte hue. Hearing this she got silent and after some time came near me saying ‘mai to tumhe bhaiyya bulati hoon aur tumhara aise baat karna acchha nahi hai”.I was blinded by lust and I replied to her that ‘Tu mujhe bhaiyya bolti hai theek hai lekin mai to behenchod hu aur. Perhaps Ernesto might accelerate the van to distract and run down the nearest gunmen; Steve and Mike would jump out and grab their weapons to use against the others? It seemed about the best they could do with what they had at hand. The two men they'd just captured left their weapons outside; the Captain had ordered that no arms were to be within reach of the prisoners inside the van.Before they could do anything, shouts and screams erupted, followed by a string of automatic weapons fire. That. As I stood against the wall watching him, he stepped away from the wall, adjusted himself while looking at me and then moved to stand on my other side. While standing there he would occasionally reach down to stroke his cock in his jeans.I moved over and began to rub it for him. I felt it getting hard in his pants, and was eager to get down and suck it. This is a quick synopsis of the conversation we then had.“Are you hungry?” he asked me.“Very” I replied.“Do you like cock in your mouth?”“Love.