Keep wanking your dick, and I am going to sit behind you, fondling my big tits. And you can’t look! If you dare turn around, I move out, and we ...ever do this again.’And so that’s how it went for a week or so. I so desperately wanted to turn and glance at those tits, especially when she started masturbating herself some days in. But I loved her watching me so much, I couldn’t bare to do it. By week 2, she made it more intense.‘Today, I am going to sit behind you,. ..I tell you to go get me something cool to drink. You reply "yes master" and you go..as I watch your big ass move under the tight fitting t-shirt, which doesn't cover your ass, and I see the moisture of your pussy where the curve of your ass meets those alabaster thighs. You return quickly with my favorite drinking cup filled with juice and crushed ice, and you resume your position on the floor at my feet. I say "you know I hate crushed ice..." You say "I'm sorry" and I reply "show me". . Chowdhury cold be completely trusted and I worried about the unknown that might spring up. That was foolish, but everything was so strange and new to me: the idea of the challenge; the idea of needing a bodyguard; involvement with a man such as Chowdhury; a sexual challenge to establish a business relationship; being in India; and, being in the remote part of India. There was so much for the mind to fuss over.The next morning as we finished the light breakfast brought to us, a servant. The cockhead invaded me just less than an inch and the feeling made me let out a very wild pain cry. He was really thick…He smiled and grabbed a tub of Vaseline and began to lube up the rest of his cock. Then he slowly started to push into me. His large cock began penetrating me deep. First it was only two or three inches, then six, eight…, I began to shake and moan but I held sturdy determined to take it all inside. I started moaning louder when the full ten inches filled me completely…I cried.