’No Latin, he thought, and he couldn't speak greek at all. This would take some time.,Kneel!’He was very satisfied when he saw her sliding down to...the floor with grace, her eyes lowered and her hands behind her back.‘Stand!’ She got up with the same soft gentleness of movement she had shown before.Her dress was hindering his sight on her body so he stepped closer, gripped into her bosom and pulled.She shrieked a little, terror in her eyes as she tried to pull away and made the dress rip even. I will also tell you, you are lucky, with qualifications. Another couple of weeks, or a different part of the country, you might have been sold by that evil bastard into real slavery. If you were a different person, you might have made different choices, like running back to him, or becoming a junkie turning tricks for a fix. So, it isn’t just that you’re special, you’re also lucky. We can’t save the whole world, or give everyone a second chance.”“I see,” said Amber. “So it’s kind of like. Recently, I have developed this fantasy of writing sex stories inspired by many ISS writers. About me, I am a 22 years old boy with wildest sexual desires. This is not my story and I am writing this on behalf of my friend.Coming to the story, I am Aditya (name changed) from Pune and from a good family. I love working out to keep myself fit. I am quite fair, tall (not fat) guy working in a company.So let’s begin. This happened before 3 months when I was working late in my office. I have this. They were only 3 of them father mother and their son Rahul. I used to call them uncle and aunty where Rahul was doing his 12 std and his parents both were working They all go by 8:30 in the morning they give the key to me as Rahul come by 4 pm in the evening. Rahul use to call me akka.We had a lot of space in the back side of the house and I use to help the house owner so they like me a lot and became more close to me. He use to come home often and he was let free to come home any time and any.