He was forty or so, 4" taller than me, big and strong. I put his cock in my mouth and he told me exactly how he wanted it sucked. As I followed his in...tructions he reached down over my back and started squeezing my ass and fingering my asshole. I'd been playing with my ass since I was 12 so I liked that, even though his fingers felt like foreign invaders. My own cock was hard and crazy with precum. He would rub my cock head then make me suck his fingers. I wasn't at all used to man fluids at. I explained the job requirements and she was keen to get started on it. When I told her when to come for training she flashed me a smile and that image burned into my mind forever. This is how I met my Indian lover and she is to me she will always be the cinnamon that flavored my life and from this moment on she changed my life forever. The first few weeks the interaction between us was minimal and one night Cinnamon texted me and we chatted. Each night that followed the chatting became more. “Rule number 1 is I expect you to be available at any time I want you. I won’t bother you when you’re in school or working, but you must be ready for my call outside of that.Rule number 2. You are to be naked whenever you are in my presence. The exception is when we are outside or shopping or with other people, and I permit you to wear clothes. At those times, you are to wear nothing but a mini dress. No panties or bras. If I want you to expose yourself, you will bare your breasts and cunt no. "Yes, I do of course." I was super self conscious, but I knew I could be honest with her. "Doesn't everyone?" I added to reduce the sting of the confession. "I certainly do," she grinned as she answered. "Have you ever used a toy?" I couldn't believe where this was going, but I was starting to feel a little turned on. Something about the way she was looking at me. "I haven't, have you?" I asked. "All the time, in fact..." she opened the drawer beside her bed and brought out a blue cylinder. I.