"Karen, I'm not going to tell Mom and Dad about any of this. What you decide about being my slut and serving me is up to you. But either way, this sec...et is safe," he said. I paused for a moment, watching him for any "but" conditions, however, he was serious and no additional clauses or conditions were needed.That's when I submitted to him. His willingness to keep my secret regardless of whether I kept my end of the bargain or not had broken down my walls and shattered my defenses. Every sharp. One of them was my mother’s very close cousin named Mansi. I had been a very simple and routine guy in my life till that time. Easy school going life and I had a casual girlfriend with whom physical relation was out of syllabus. Slight hand holding and hugging was all we did. That too in a way that she always tried to protect her boobs from being crushed during hug. I will admit that I alywas tried to brush her boobs whenever I found some opportunity.Meeting Mansi was the coolest thing ever. She had short wavy black hair that framed a beautiful face which was often smiling. I'd often wondered what she would look like naked.I was troubled because of two things. Firstly, she was the senior girls sports mistress at my school; and secondly I had dated her 17 year old daughter Kelly on a couple of occasions.I spoke to Ling about my relationship with Carol, and we came up with a movie plot that would delay her recognition of me until she was so far committed in our fuck session that she. But no. ‘What fantasy are you having right now?’ ‘Don’t go there.’ ‘You brought it up, so you have an obligation. Spell it out. You want to be so honest.’ She twisted the word ‘honest.’ ‘Well, tell me!’ ‘Okay. Okay. I noticed the frost on the window…No! I won’t! Just go.’ ‘Tell me.’ ‘Get out of here!’ ‘Tell me! You owe me that!’ ‘All right. You want to know. I wondered what it would be like to sex you, with you naked, up against the glass. In the fantasy I hold you against it so you can’t get.