“Get on your fucking knees so you can do it better” he snarled and dragged me out of my bed, it was not until this point that I realised just how ...ig this guy was, muscles on muscles so there was no way I wanted a beating off him. I sank to my knees took his cock in my hand and again fed it into my mouth, he took hold of my head and began fucking my mouth, I gagged a couple of times as his penis hit the back of my throat, he was relentless it was difficult to breathe properly as he slammed in. She fell to her knees and waited. She was wearing more than last time she’d been out. Master, it seemed, had a preference for babydoll, but this time, she also wore thigh high leggings and garters. Her legs remained shapely as she had taken to continue her morning exercises at his direction. She smiled up at him.He gazed into her eyes and her heart leapt anew. “Tell me something, my dear.”He paused, but she waited. He hadn’t told her what to say yet.“Have you ever wondered about my name?” He. Hewrote back with some answers and some questions. She liked the way he wroteand the thought he put into his answers. So she started exchanging regularemails with him. It was obvious that he was completely comfortable in the Dominantrole. He was not a sadist, not into humiliation for the sake of humiliatinga sub, he was just a person who was in control of himself and those aroundhim and completely comfortable with being so. As he described his philosophyand training techniques, she started to. He said he is a professor in DU and that he’s on his way to Jalandhar. I thought of not giving my right details. I said I stay at Punjabi Bagh and that I am on my way to Amritsar to visit my friend. He told his name as Kapil Sharma. I told my name as Jasmeet Kaur, name of my cousin whom I hate. So he asked me about my family and I gave wrong details. He asked me what I am doing and I said I am a software professional working in Noida. To this he replied I thought you are a model you have such.