Just a few short minutes ago, I couldn’t have even imagined the pain I felt on hearing those words. I felt like I’d been shot in the gut. ‘I…b...t…’ I tried hard to keep the pleading out of my voice, knowing that Master wouldn’t want me to make Him feel guilty or ashamed. ‘Don’t You want me to serve You? Don’t You want me to pleasure You?’ I couldn’t help it, my eyes started to fill with tears. ‘Don’t You want me at all?’ I asked in a tiny voice. ‘Not even a little,’ He said. ‘You’re pudgy, out. ." Oh yeah. Of course."I blush again, she winks. For a moment, we are in high school, chatteringby the lockers, oblivious to the crowds jostling by on the way to class.That look, he asked me to wait; what do you think? could he? will he?what will you do? For a moment we are giggling, wondering if we're poisedon the edge of a leap. I am so young, so new at this, just as she was(and not so many years ago) laughing with a friend down by her locker,wondering what he will want -- whoever he had. At times when they had to shoot a sequence while hugging each other, Deepika, remembered, she would naughtily slip her hand between both their bodies and squeeze Saif's cock under the guise of straightening out her dress. "Haha! Poor Saif just couldn't get the expressions right after those discrete squeezes – earning him a shouting from the director", Deepika recounted to herself. Saif would try getting back by grinding his hard cock against her tight ass or pussy but as Deepika remembered that. Before either one of us could say anything he leaned over and gently kissed my forehead. That one action instantly let me know that nothing had changed... alcohol or not... it wasn't an accident or a mistake caused by too many drinks. The feelings were just as real for him as they were for me. In that moment, the sweltering passion resurfaced into a fiery rage from deep within me and the flame that burned between us just hours before was in full force. I wanted him inside of me like.