.I don't know how time went by but it looked like ages. It was 8 PM finally and my heart started beating faster and louder with every tick. Aussies ha...e a very good sense of timing and are always punctual....yes, even if its sex! At 8.16 PM, there was a gentle knock on my door. My heart skipped a beat, well almost. I was all ready by then, my T shirt and shorts on, well perfumed and smelling good.I opened the door and heard a hello. Lisa stepped in and before even looking at each other in. The new bastard had a riding crop in his hand and I felt him hitting my putt and thighs repeatedly, as he enjoyed doing it.I finally screamed that I would do anything he asked, anything to stop the beating. He then stopped the punishment and ordered me to get on all fours, since I was his “Bitch” and I was supposed to act like one.So I got on my hands and knees, crawling behind Vic, sobbing as the huge black man led me outside to a waiting dark van. Vic pulled me into the van and told me to. I ran and opened the door and it was another neighbour – Preeta (Preeta Aunty). Preeta Aunty is a lady in late 20’s and is married, her husband is a marketing manager in a reputed MNC and stays in Mumbai, She can make guys get hard easily and ya she looks really hot and she wears all kind of dress, she stays alone as her in-laws are not alive and she is a teacher. She was wearing Shorts (upto her half thigh), and a loose T-shirt. She walked in and said Good morning raj , What took you so long. ” I replied quietly. Yes what, whore?” he replied, reaching down and pinching my nipples to punctuate his question. Wincing in pain, me answer was quick. “Yes, I love sucking dick!” Confident that his new love-slave was learning my obedience, Mr. Pradhan puid me to verbally submit to him furtme. “What else does my slut love to do?” he asked.Resigned to my fate now, I knew I really had no choice but to play by his rules. Me only hope was that the filthy dialogue might help expedite a quick.