You said that you sent me a box that contained all your panties. What exactly did you mean by doing that?" What I meant, ma'am," Christine said, "was ...hat I am offering to be your slave. I want to belong to you." Are you sure?" Becky asked."Yes, ma'am," Christine replied."Why?" Becky asked. "Why did you wait so long, and why are you asking now?"Christine looked at her for a moment, considering how to answer. Finally she said, "Ma'am, I was scared. I wanted to be yours from the first time we. She had been looking frantically for another job, but nothing was panning out. And her financial resources were quickly dwindling. Saving money had never been her strong suit. Then she had talked to her friend Jenny who lived in the same apartment building. Over drinks she blurted out all her problems and almost broke into tears when she admitted that she wasn't even sure where she would we get next month's rent. That's when Jenny told her about Mr. Smith, the wealthy business man who owned the. She then asked me to teach her about sex as she knew I would be patient with her and she wouldn't be afraid. I agreed as I began to help undress her pert little body. As I undid her jean cut-offs, she lifted her sweet little ass off the couch and I slid them down. She had on these little white cotton bikini panties with small red hearts on them. I could see a wet spot in the crotch from her excitement. She pulled her t-shirt over her head to reveal a matched bra to her panties. She looked so. I gathered courage and bought such a DVD online and then planned to see it with Sneha. But before that I had to build up some story. Finally she agreed to watch and then after the movie we had some amazing rough sex imagining the same.Gradually we started gathering courage and we went to Disco and there I would coax Sneha to brush up against handsome boys and grind her bum while dancing with strangers. She started to love all this and at times some boys even managed to touch her inappropriately.