Then we sat for dinner. Meantime I was admiring her beauty she was looking so gorgeous & like a sex goddess who came to satisfy me.My mind completely ...illed with sex desires which was new for me to proceed as I was feared.. But she was normal with me making jokes very naughtily touching my thighs very often. After dinner & washing we sat for chat she continues her hand on my thigh & said her life is boring without husband.My heart beat raised & thought today I may fall into new things. we spoke. The giving of one’s self to another. Submission. Many argue it is not so. Not a gift but a selfish act. They are fools. I say to them, and you, Dear Reader, that here is love. Read and know the love of my girl for me. I confess I was a little shocked to read this. It made me ask myself, ‘Am I this man?’ Perhaps sometimes. I hope not all the time. Claire made a point to me with this and I point it out so you, the Reader, might see it as I did. She has given herself to me. She is Mine. All Mine.. Tim was using me for his needs. And it was my job to satisfy them."Are you mine, bitch." You know I am Tim." That's sir, or master or maybe master Tim to you, you faggot."Oh. My. GodI didn't cum. I couldn't. The banging in my intestines was too much. But my head went all fuzzy and for a while I didn't know where I was.And then Tim was cumming in me. Again. As his cock softened and he withdrew. He said: "Stay there." he got up and walked to the end of the bed where my head was. "Clean my cock. As she entered the room, Sneha slowly started to unbutton her shirt. She tied the shirt around her waist, flaunting the sexy floral bra that she wore.Then Vandana noticed Rishi sitting on the chair. Sneha came down on her knees and started to move like a dog towards Rishi. As she came near, Rishi caught hold of her pony, dragged her face towards his crotch, and questioned her, “Why is my bitch late today?”Sneha replied in a husky tone, “One of the professors wanted to meet me after the class..