But all the rest of it, her being degraded and used as a sex abject. The thought of that and the thought that anything could happen. Made her wild wit... sexual energy. She said the boss was so commanding and had a confident rugged way about him, that she just wanted to please him in anyway she could. She said when he was having her show herself off by posing in the most degrading positions dressed in the most slutty clothes it just made her pussy wet. She said she didn’t understand why she got. He placed a knife on my neck. He said mockingly “Jaan se mat maar dena, ustaad hai hamare waise bhi thode se budhe ho gaye hain” (Don’t kill him he is our well-wisher, and even he has got a bit old). Then he smiled and kissed me on my lips eyes and chest and started wearing clothes and gave me my saree and torn blouse to cover my self and I did.Now I was feeling happy as I thoroughly enjoyed my session with Pawan and now was the turn of Zahirul (the ustaad as they call him). He was a car. “I’m glad you think I’m so big, but honestly, I’m just totally average.”“That’s just not true,” she insisted as she reached under his new towel wrap and grabbed his package. “Length is not the measure of a big cock. It’s thickness, and baby, your dick is thick. You stretch all of my openings. And because you’re thick, your cock touches my clit when you fuck me. Not a lot of women get that.”“Maybe I should have a sign made that I can wear around my neck announcing that I have a big cock that. ‘It’s you, Selena. I’m falling for you. Hard,’ he pushed the words out in a rush and waited for the judgment of fate: be it cruel or kind. Selena thought she must have heard him wrong, because she swore that he said he was falling for her. But that was not possible. She was asleep and it was a dream that was the only explanation for it. She stared up at his dark face that was so beloved to her. Above his head twinkled an especially bright star, her reaction was that of a young child, ‘Wish I.