Fiona still wore the same red dress she had donned when we got ready to leave her place that morning. Yes, that morning. It felt like it had been year... ago.Fiona pulled back enough to see my face. "I've wondered where you've been all day." She shimmied against me in a very agreeable way. "I was hoping you'd stay with me another night before heading home."She was acting like nothing was going on. Like the world was simply moving along outside her door like it should. Was it an act? Was she. This is my first story in ISS. I am regular reader of this site. This much introduction is sufficient. Now let’s go to the story.Haan to mayn ab asli baat par aata hoon. Baat un dinon ki hai jab mayn 12th class maen padhta tha. Mayn DDA flats main rehta thaa. Meri ek balcony thee. Jis main aksar main khada hota tha. Ek din ki baat hai jab main apni balcony main khada hooa thaa to maine dekha ki ek kutia mere ghar ke samne khade hue khambe par moot rahi thi. Itne main ek kutta aaya aur uske moot. "You've still been a very naughty slave for what you did yesterday and I'm not through with you yet..."I gulped as I saw the sadistic grin on her beautiful face looking at me and lightly tapped the palm of her hand with the crop. She walked right up to me 'til she was standing right infront of me, almost like as if she was squaring up to me. I bowed my head to her looking down to her shoes, letting her wallow in the joy of having total dominance over me."You know what pathetic naughty slaves. Mene dekha naman so gaya vhi pe, maya ki traf dekha to vo bdi gor se tv dekh rhi thi mere mn me hawas to thi hi. M uski kamar pe hath pherne laga unse meri traf dekha to m ruk gaya or pucha kya hua to usne kha acha lag rha h. To mene kha or ache se karu to usne kha haan to mene mera hath uski suit ke andar dal diya or kamar pe hath pherne laga. Or dhire dhire pet pe le gaya or chut ki traf bhdne laga or fir hath bahar nikal or uski chut ko upr se hi sehlane laga. Vo meri traf dekh kar boli.