She quickly grabbed her bra and placed it on her boobs again. “I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that!” I said. It was true, I actually didn’... mean to make her drop her bra.“It’s okay” she said and turned around. She revealed her very red and embraced face.“I didn’t see anything” I assured her, to calm her down. “But I think I’m done with the lotion” I said and turned around to leave the room. I felt like leaving now. Also because I could feel my dick getting harder the more I thought about. The next morning when I woke up, I could see Shafaq on me, sleeping peacefully. Her hair was all over her face, so I moved them to the side. After waking up, we just remembered the last night and how our last session was amazing.Shafaq then remembered that she had to call her father as he had repeatedly told her to call them every morning and night. I hated how controlling her father was and loved how rebellious this girl was. Lying to your own father and going against all his teachings were. She has a beautiful body, she only weighed 48 kilos and had minute breasts but with highly sensitive nipples. She told me that, whilst she adores lesbian sex with beautiful women, she is also bi-sexual.We spent the whole weekend exploring each other’s bodies, and on Sunday evening, as we lay together in a post-orgasmic bliss, I asked her if she would be my lover and move in with me - by Monday afternoon she had quit her miniscule flat in Ealing and was installed in the house with me.A few days. She didn’t want to die, but her ass hurt so badly it was hard to play attention to his explanations of how to use each implement. Eventually, he stopped explaining and just beat her. Even though he hit her harder and harder, the pain seemed to recede, or rather she seemed to float above it. When she floated like this, Master DeSade’s continued strokes almost felt good. She felt her clit start tingled. “Oh, god! Oh god!” she cried out as the sensation in her clit intensified. “God! God! God!”.