... She was teasing him; Scott from room 602 squeeled with incoherent glee. He had been fantasizing about his perfect supermodel, Cindy Crawford, his ...all-time favorite fantasy babe. And... And it was her? No, that was impossible... yet... it was her! Supermodel Cindy was teasing his cock with her dripping womanly slit, grinding against him, moaning like a bitch in heat. It... it had to be fake; a sham! Yet, whoever this woman was, she was absolutely identical, she even had that little mole; and. Then the tip of his finger brushed my right ball and my cock bolted, he looked up and smiled before looking down again and then he lightly touched the tip of my cock a high voltage jolt powered through me lifting me from my seat. I could feel the precum oozing from me. He knew too and deftly pulled my pants down to my jeans. There I was naked from the waist down in front of a guy that only ten minutes earlier was just a drinking companion and now I was sexually helpless to his wants. I was. She very quickly learned that the Trentham household had not the usual sort of servants. Most were larger than life, both in size and personality, and in her old line of work, she’d grown accustomed to some of the meaner sorts. Yet here, she felt safe amongst the houseful of men. They all went out of their way to help her when they could and the amount of kindness and welcoming she received from them was overwhelming. She’d only been here one week and already she was feeling quite at home. But. Here is my second real story. Yet another with my one of student. This instance occurred few months earlier my previous instance in Computer Institute.I was a computer teacher in my first institute. I am directly coming to the point. There was a student girl and having interest in me (I was not aware at that time). She usually talks with me, having few queries regarding the computer and I was dealing her as a student nothing else.It was Saturday morning and it was heavily rain so I was not in.