I knew that whilst the hood muffled all sounds, it did not prevent hearing completely. Nothing my plaything could overhear could affect her training, ...o any snippets that were understood would do no harm. A number of dominants inquired if my plaything was to be '7', none received an answer, it was far to early to know yet. My reputation ensured that none pressed for further details. None of them cared to cross Mistress 'One'.Time for my plaything to provide some entertainment, and to continue. Main: Tumhara matlab kuta?Tushaar: Haan, jaise ek kuta kutiya ko chodta hai. Waise main tumhe tumhare chaar pairo par chodunga, Shobha.Main: Mmmm, tum sachme bohut gande ho par bohut romantic ho Tushaar, kash tum mere pati hote.Tushaar: Hota to? Hota to kya Shobha? Bolo…Main: Hota to…Tushaar apna hath meri kamar se samne mere salwaar ke naade tak le aaya. Main ye baat jaan rahi thi lekin anjaan banne mein fayda dikh rahi thi mujhe.Tushaar: Sharmao mat Shobha, bolo…Main: To main tumse abhi isi. - Forget that job and come to dance.I noticed how I looked. When dolepihme one another and began to dance, he stared at the deeply cut neckline of my dress.- Do it what you see?- Oh, sorry. - He is embarrassed and quickly looked away.- This dress me a little clamp. - I said and slid his hand under black cloth, ostensibly to squeeze her dress. He vpi eyes in my fingers that gently pogaliha one of my breast.Be pressed more tightly to him and felt how nadarvya.This scenario is repeated, and soon. There was no doubt that there were some very attractive girls in the society. I had an eye on a couple of girls. Entries back to the hostel rooms were restricted up to 11 pm.The shock of this entire entertainment came 6 months into the course. There was this “KING-QUEEN” competition of the society. They also make a committee depending on the performances of the people in the competition. This committee is responsible for all the event planning until the next committee is formed. And the entire.