Anjum: dikhaungi abhi.Me: kuch zaroorat padi to bol de. Sharma mat.Anjum: bol dungi.She finished her samosa and lassi. I got up from my chair. Gave he... the books and sweets. As she was about to leave my cabin I called her again and pressed two 500 rupees notes in her hand.Anjum: thankyou Raju bhai.I put my hand on her shoulder. She was wearing a burkha so no skin contact. I pressed her shoulder.Me: anjum, kuch bhi, kuch bhi cahiye hoga to maang lena. Hichkichana nahi.Anjum still did not catch. For her to say it in such a way, no matterhow much I crave it now, makes all the fear come rushing back. As sheknew it would. And it pleases her to no end. For she enjoys not justhurting me physically, making me cry and scream and beg for mercy. Butalso toying with my mind. She enjoys the fear she creates in me. Shefeeds on it. And she knows that I crave feeding that hunger in her."Hands," she says. And I present them to her so she can lock on the thickleather cuffs."Get up, sissy, and follow. "You promised you would fuck me after." She looked up at him and he could see the desperation in her eyes. "Pleeease, Sir?"He sighed as he lay down beside her on the bed. His hands floated over her body, slowly arousing her, bringing her to the edge repeatedly. His lips suckled at her tits, his tongue flicking over the gold rings. It was a novel sensation for her, and it drove her to the brink as easily as his feathery touches to her raw clit.When he took her, he treated her with extreme care.. He rubbed on my semi-dry bikini bottom, then slipped his hand underneath and played with my sensitive inner lips. The he stopped and opened one of the bags from the lingerie and toy store and pulled out a brown discreet box. Whats that? I asked. Youll see my love, and he pecked my cheek, making me blush. He opened the box and pulled out a silver round bullet/egg that was wireless. He put in the batteries provided and then pulled a condom from his shorts laying beside us. I took a few from the.