Lot of girls ogle me and show hidden desires, so I use it to the maximum of my advantage. I hope you have read all my stories at https://www.indiansex...tories2.net/author/akshay-ganna/ or you can also do a search by name “Akshay Ganna” inside the website (as some experiences are not listed under my profile page).From part 1 ending…Every time I jabbed hard inside Kajal’s love cave, the base of my penis crushed against the outer folds of her vagina, our pubic hairs tangled and crushed. My balls. Now she is saying she would gladly show me around. I thank her for her time on doing so, telling myself hope she doesn't notice me staring at her and getting a hard on. She stands there as I smile and turn away. She does the same. Then more days go by, things are running smoothly and after work, she stops me before I leave. "Could we have a drink?" she asks. "Sure why not? It won't hurt," I agree. We leave work together. As I drive we ask and get to know more of each other. During our drink. "But I..." "Shut up! I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses!" I said, "You know, I tried to be a nice guy and always treat you with respect. I thought you deserved to be treated like a queen. But you chose instead to hang around with the 'bad boys' and never even gave me a chance. Well here you are now, thirty-seven years old and alone. Tell me, Denise, where is your bad boy now?" I could see the tears beginning to well up in her eyes, as she sat there in slack-jawed surprise. She had. Boot slave! Drop deeper... and deeper... Boot slave! See myhypnotic boots, to either side of you! Open your eyes, boot slave! Lookat my hypnotic boots."Dan forced his eyes open. He wanted to look at Mistress' shiny blackboots, so much, nothing else seemed to matter."Very good! Now... boot slave... keep your eyes open! I want you tolean forward, over the bowl of fruit, and take a bite."Dan flopped his elbows under him, shifting his weight, until his facewas over the doggie dish full of fruit..