Shyamala wore quasi anger in her face and pulled him inside with force which he didn’t expect. He was pulled forward and she bore him in her bosom and embraced him tightly. Then she bolted the door and cuddled him saying,” Yes; now I am your teacher and you are my student. Let’s learn the art of sex now.”
Before knowing what is going on, she French kissed him and walked him to her bed room. After he sat on the bed, she pushed him on the bed and formed a missionary position and lingered her French kissing.
Baskar could measure her intensity of concupiscence from the way she behaved.
Shyamala expressed her lust through her native language thus: என்னை நன்றாக சூடேற்றிவிட்டு , நீ என்னை வேடிக்கை பார்த்துக்கொண்டு இருக்கிறாயோ ? என்னால் இனிமேல் அது இல்லாமல் இருக்க முடியாது ; என்னை இந்த நிலைமைக்கு ஆளாகிவிட்டதற்கு, உனக்கு தண்டனை இது தான் ; ( It’s you to kindle my sexual feelings and now you behave as a spectator. Hereafter I can’t be without doing it. You are solely responsible for my present grievous position for which you deserve for punishment which I am going to inflict now.” Saying, she stripped her tops to bare her bosom and rendered him an epulation to his lust eyes.
“Shyamala darted the cupid arrow of lecherous look at Baskar by stripping out her tops and exposing her bare bosom; she spoke lecherously at him:”இவைகளை நீ சுவைத்ததாலே தான் எனக்கு இன்ப வேதனை ஏற்பட்டது ; உனது கண் அருகில் இந்த இரண்டு பழங்கள் கனிந்து கிடக்கிறது ; சுவைத்துப்பார் தெரியும் அதன் சுவை என்னவென்று .( in front of your eyes lie a pair of ripe fruits which you tasted by which I have been enslaved as you have kindled my concupiscence by kindling my latent feelings. Now taste them for pleasure of ours.”