I was too tired to truly analyse my feelings and I went straight to bed, crashing out within minutes of my head hitting the pillow.The next three mont...s followed a pattern. He would ring or text me, arrange to see me and then either meet me somewhere, or pick me up from my house. The sex continued to be amazing, but he never spent the night with me. He always had an excuse to go home and as time went on, it began to bother me more and more. Looking back, I know I should have seen the signs —. Suman’s chair.It obviously said both Mr. Jayesh and Mrs. Suman were nude in the office. On the other side, Mrs. Suman was laying naked on her desk. Mr. Jayesh was holding her legs apart and banging her with his big cock. Mr. Jayesh’s speed and stamina were amazing.As he was banging, Mrs. Suman’s melons were moving like hell. Even she was moaning as someone fucked her for the first time. Suddenly Mr. Jayesh stopped and turned Mrs. Suman around. What the hell these people are doing? He spanked on. "Sorry sir, that's not permitted." said the goon, holding on tightly to my elbow.I chose again not to fight against overwhelming odds and soon found myself back in the living room. I decided to explore the "house" but realized that I was exhausted once I found the bedroom. Lola's bag and mine were in the corner. It was obvious that they had been opened and looked through. I shook my head feeling my eyelids growing heavier. I pulled my clothes off and climbed in the bed naked. The world went. On two counts. First, words. Sluzhanka means servant. That is appropriate for consensual games, I suppose." She looks as one who is genuinely considering the point; as though she had not reflected on the matter before. Then she puts the thought to one side as interesting but in the context of now, irrelevant. "But this is not a consensual game anymore. This is reality. Reality needs the real word. The real word in Russian for a female slave is Rabinya. You are now rabinya." The word is bluntly.