She was moaning and was asking me to put the hard dick into her wet pussy. I checked her pussy with my fingers and found her to be dripping wet. Sudde...ly she asked me to get inside her, but only after wearing a condom, now at this moment where do I get a condom from, she said she can wait for me to go down and get a condom first. Bangalore is such a nice city that condoms were available in a pawnshop also and the best part is they are displayed. I immediately rushed back to my room undressed. He got out and started to walk towards the door as I was gathering my stuff. He said, “Hey babe, I'm taking you home.” Just then I realized that I didn’t have a car because the weather was so bad out. Was this guy taking me home. I recognized him..I went to highschool with him…he was a little younger than I, but not that that mattered. Why the hell was he talking me home. I quickly called my sister and said, “Was he supposed to pick me up?” She said, “Yes, is that ok?” I thought well I. .. if you kissed me again, I ... I would just have to kiss you back? Because I'm your slave? Your helpless slave girl?"I smiled and nodded. "That's right." And I kissed her again, moving my hand around the back of her head to press her mouth even harder against mine. I felt her mouth open and her tongue darted out to push into my mouth. We slowly, sensuously French kissed. I was hugely encouraged by her response, by her willingness to play along with me. This was the first time we've. As his master, I admired him although he wouldn't drop the 'sensei' schtick despite that he knew I hated it. Never wanted to be seen as this scary-ass high-horse grandmaster. Get respected, yes, but never wanted this type of adoration. He wouldn't have it, though. Kept insisting I be called that.Still, he was far more than just a good student—we were good friends. Even outside the dojo, he often sought my advice.He was, in many ways, an unpolished diamond and I felt privileged to teach him. He.