’ Helooked down at me, ‘Well, slut, was it good for you? Actually I don'tcare one way or the other, but I think you will remember your firstblack ...ock won't you?’I tried to smile and said, ‘Yes, Master. Thank you Master.’Mistress Fiona was dressed again by now and pulled me to my feet by theleash. I was wearing only what remained of my tutu and nothing else. Ilooked around for my other clothes and she said, ‘Don't worry aboutthose, we haven't got time to look for those.’ She pulled me out of. And walked away from thereMe- sorry Manju.. I felt nerves wen touching your bare waist that was soft..got carried away..She- idiot you don’t know how I felt wen u touched there.. And was scared if someone had seen it that’s it we are done..Me- no one saw, even I can’t see anything I meant her figure..She- come to 2nd floor in 5 mins.Me- went to 2nd floor she was in my aunts room, went and touched her shoulder.She- what you missing in me, I said your thighs but now everything. . She started to. I remember her for her very big boobs, the largest that I had ever come across; they were really unnatural. She said jokingly that it was the result of too much of grappling by customers over the years. Anyway, she wore a cotton sari so I made her take off her blouse and wear the sari in the traditional Bengali way; she looked ravishing like that. I laid her on the bed and raised her arms to sniff at her deep set pits.As soon as I did that, she began to resist. I was amazed. What happened? She. Marilyn wasn’t amused by any of this. Neither were some of my friends from high school, who suddenly found themselves being questioned by the cops about a guy they knew ten years before. Hell, I wasn’t amused!After a couple of days at home with Marilyn, she decided to go shopping, so I called the security company and got somebody to come out. Once they left, I did something I didn’t think I would ever do again. I went into my den and unlocked the bottom drawer of my desk. Inside was a small.