I didn't have a car when I started, so one or the other would pick me up and take me home from sitting. When she drove me, I would get the standard qu...stions like, “Do you have a girlfriend?” or “What do you and your girl friends do for fun?” Honestly, it's pretty innocent stuff -taken alone. A bit younger than my parents, they were a professional couple in their late thirties/early forties. He was a thin man with a long bushy beard. I always admired how cheerful and confident he was. His wife. I even liked his rough treatment and his abusive language turned me on. I decided to keep quiet and accept my fate. I said to myself that if I am destined to be fucked by Birju then why shouldn't I enjoy it? With these thoughts running through my mind I don't know when I slipped into deep slumber.'Kutiya uddh. Subah hogayi hai. Tujhe school jaana hai (Get up bitch it is morning. You have to go to school)' I heard Birju say with his finger up my cunt.'Nahin main aaj school nahin jaoonji (No I. It was a challenge to me and I worked hard." Ok, you worked hard. What about what you did find?"I spent more time in those computers than I did in my own. I tried to build a program within their machines that would record all that was done on the keyboard but it proved impossible because of their system security. One time I got into the machine. It must have been a surge by lightning but I'm not sure. Three programs had been running in one computer. The temp files suffered a CRC errors. The. Her hands went under the table and pulled out another lock and my left leg was locked in place. She then became very serious. A few more adjustment s and then she clicked on something and the chair leg split and she pushed my legs apart. She hiked her chair in and continued to explore my legs and ass. ‘Not a hair on her. Whoever did it , did a good job.’ She then took a fine marker and used a ruler to mark out a 1 inch by two inch ‘landing strip’ on my skin. It dawned on me then what Marsha.