Now is gone, but He will always be my Mentor and will always be grateful. Since my meeting with my Mentor in 2013, I evolved a lot, during my very tou...h training (more than a year without doing ayithing else but slave education). We cross together any border of extrem depravity my imagination could think of. Unberable pain, deprivation, total control of every details of my life (food, sleep, weight, hygien, toilet, clothes, postures, etc..), He organized for me full time heavy duties,. I always considered Pramila like a friend, an elder adviser but never someone I’ll have sex with. I tried to control but things went crazy when she hugged me. I could feel her breast touching me. Automatically, my hand around her, slipped in her blouse grabbing her boob. While she continued with the story I played with her breast, squeezing it and fondling her nipple which was already hard. She said,“You know the worst part of that incident. Weeks have passed but still I remember the bump in. My next task was to visit the forge and discuss its possible additional uses with the metalworker. He confirmed for me that the forge was seldom in use and indeed he would welcome gainful employment in the absence of iron ore to work with. I shared my ideas with him and drew images of the various tools I thought we would need if we were going to start producing glass and pottery. My description of glass had him shaking his head in disbelief - turning sand into something that you could see. I pushed a little harder and with one go i was all the way inside. there it was the scene still so crystal clear in my mind that i saw a sparkle in her eyes as both of us had lost our virginities there and were looking at each other .She waved her hand on my hair . i could feel her warmth and softness she was all wet inside . she stared bucking her hips and realizing what she was trying to do I also started to match her rhythms. soon she lay down on her back and got on top of her in missionary.