Yet, once again, her thoughts flicked back to images of naked bodies and her moans and groans of ecstasy. She shook her head as if to clear such thoug...ts.Okay, she had let things get out of control and yes, if she were honest with herself, she had even come to enjoy it, but it was long since over and she would certainly never allow such a thing to happen again. Now, if she could only convince Joel of that and get him to forgive her.In the meantime however, she was going to have to have that. Raj, being the dominant Indian man that he is, just sat on the bed and slowly began to take off his shoes. He just glared at me, letting me know without saying anything, he wanted some more pleasure. My thoughts suddenly were a combination of fear, arousal and duty to have to please him again but there was no way in hell I was gonna get fucked again with a sore asshole. Just now way at all. I always let another man know when he could fuck me again, but I was totally weak for Raj. He took off. I fucked my first boss when I was a nubile eighteen-year-old. He was thirty-two. That’s another of my penchants, I love older men. I think that all started at school when I had a crush on a teacher. I caught him one day looking up my skirt as he picked up a pen he’d dropped. That’s when I realised the power we women have over men. Let’s be honest, they’re all driven by their dicks. I must admit, though, that I was a little disappointed one time when I tried to seduce my teacher in detention.. “Hi Alene, how are you doing?” her soft voice came through the earpiece.“Ahmmm ... well, like everything in my life, it’s complicated ... I need to meet you.”“Sure, are you free Sunday?” Sabrina wondered, it seemed to Alene she was used to this type of calls.“No, no, I mean now. Can you meet us now?”“I am sorry Alene but now is not a good time. how about Saturday?”“I’ll pay you triple...” Alene had no idea where she found the audacity to say what she said but after a moment of silence, Sabrina.