Priya asked him how can they return home and rahul said that they have to pass through the 5 feet water which was on the road till the railway station...and the only option was train… And it even sounded true cause there was no other option….As it was the job placement priya was wearing a formal white shirt and a black formal skirt which was till her knee…..As rahul didn’t carry a bag he was free to walk but priya was carrying the bag on the top of her head and started to walk on the swimming. She dresses very modestly, which I am often glad for because I think I would probably go insane with jealousy if I saw too many guys leering at her.I had told her about my fantasy of being dominated and made to eat her out and she was even willing to try. My problem was that each time I wanted to I would get the "post orgasm blues" and suddenly not want to. We would have an amazing love making session, I would cum in her warm, shaved pussy and then she would ask me "Do you still want to do it?". It dawned, though, that Thomas simply wasn't worried about her escaping any more."Stand" he ordered, and she scrambled to her feet nervously, glancing between him and the door to judge the situation. "We're going to the shower facilities, you will walk nicely with me or I will activate your collar. If you were somehow able to incapacitate me, another staff member could disable you."She nodded and whispered hoarsely "Why are you doing this?" You were chosen, I don't know why, but your current. I stepped in front of her, facing her, my back to the class. “OK,” I said softly, “Hold out your arms.” She did as I instructed and I slipped the safety harness on to her. I then slipped the waist band around her small waist, buckling the band as it hung down in front of her abdomen. She watched as I snapped the end of the band into the buckle with a click. “OK, ” I repeated softly, “Now spread your legs shoulder width apart.” She did as I instructed. I bent down slightly and reached between.