After some days of talks, one fine day, I asked her what she is wearing, she told “dress”. I had boozed that day, so I asked her that we can have ...ot talks but no strings attached. I was shocked as she immediately agreed and started asking what hot talks.(Happened in Kannada translated to English for all users)Me: Who is around?Shweta: I am on the terrace.Me: can u go to roomShweta: yesMe: what are you wearing?Shweta: chudidharMe: I asked her to close her eyes and press her boobs imagining am. My eyes had dipped downto his cock, and they shot up to his face. I was shocked at my word. It hadslipped out. Yes, I had been thinking of this man as my Master, but so manymen had only wanted to play or didn't want to hear that word at all that Iwas afraid to us it, or the guy would just leave my life calling me apervert.When the word 'Master' hit his ears there was no change for a moment. Thenhis smile deepened. "Is that what you want, a master?" Yes, Sir." You want to be someone's slave?". He pushed my head down farther and took his hard dick and shoved it into my cunt. I was crying without realizing it at this time. i could hear him moaning as he start to bang my sopping cunt. I felt him slap my ass and then push right above my asshole. That hurt bad, causing me to scream out and my cunt to tighten up. He started hitting me there and over my k**neys again and again screaming about how i shouldn't tease men and i deserved this. As he hit me again I came harder than I ever have. She rubbed the ice cube across my lips. "Suck on this." Barb whispered as she slipped the remains of the cube between my lips. "Maybe it will cool you off too." she said as her hand fell to my knee before she leaned back again and kicked off her heels. Without breaking eye contact, Barb set her drink on the marble topped table by her chair. She laced her fingers together in her lap as a feeble gesture to hide her growing passion. With eyes glued to mine, she lightly ran her fingertips across.