I emphasized each point with a yelp of pain from the young man who showed me his knife. That afternoon, we came an understanding. Granted their attit...des were not any better, but they now knew what was expected from them and what they could expect from me. The first few weeks were difficult but I slowly showed them that I cared. Eventually, they believed me. One afternoon, at the end of October, we were talking at the end of class and I learned that none of them knew how to swim. I couldn’t. I took the water gun and cleaned my ass. I flushed the commode and looked at my slave. She wants torture, she wants pain, I can see it in her lustful eyes. I took the candle and lit it. I waited for a minute and toldMe: Sleep on the floor.Pranati: What?I demonstrated to her, what I am going to do. I tilted the candle aside and kept my hand under it. The hot wax fell on my hands. My mother rose and checked my hand.Pranati: Are you nuts?Me:(I showed her the dried wax) It is nothing. I want to put. "Did you pull my hair," she asked, obviously accustomed to getting an answer when she asked a question."Why would I want to pull your hair?" I said, smiling mischievously."I know you did it!" she said. "How would you like it if I pulled your hair?" she asked."Why, do you like to pull boy's hair?" I teased."No... , my mother told me, I should be nice to everyone."Feeling properly put into my place as the guilty party, I said nothing. But, there was something about the child-like innocent way. She tightened her legs behind his back and tried to pull him inside of her again. He chuckled slightly. ‘Patience, darling. Patience.’ ‘Arggh,’ she groaned in a very unladylike manner that made him smile even wider. ‘Just finish me,’ she commanded. ‘Rushed sex isn’t always the best,’ he said as he winked at her. She grabbed his face and pushed her tongue inside of his mouth, playing with his and feeling the backside of his lips. She heard him groan loudly. Taking that as a good indication, she.