" I am your bitch!"“Good girl! Now fuck for me like you mean it."And I did. After what seemed like hours, the sensation continued to build and I sta...ted to buck."That's it, girl; get off for me! Let yourself cum!"At that, I convulsed in uncontrollable orgasms, as wave after wave of contractions spent themselves and I lost all control. It was wonderful. At that point he began to grunt and he came too, fucking me like his bitch, like his own private toy, and finally sent spurt after spurt into my. Sarita’s house for a show and got accustomed to her daily routine. One day he thought to film this with his camera for later sessions.That night he took his camera and filmed his teacher’s sexy show of stripping from a red chiffon saree with a sleeveless blouse and the petticoat tied way below her navel. It was a Saturday night and Mrs. Sarita had come back from an evening party. She wore a red lacy bra and a matching thong. All of this was recorded in his camera.Surya exploited this footage. " he greeted her."Yes Sir, I have not decided yet," she replied twisting her long blonde hair between her fingers nervously."That's fine, just wait a minute or two and you can meet some people, and Jack there is hospitality in room three if you wish."A friendly girl of maybe twenty four appeared, petite, dressed in Levis and tee shirt, "Hi I am Heidi, would you like to come through."Janie stepped into the world of the Cow Girls.The corridor had a simple concrete floor, no fitted carpet, glazed. She couldn’t sing, couldn’t act, couldn’t write or paint or dance, but she wanted to be in the newspapers and on the television, to be talked about and to have men stare covetously and women enviously when they walked past billboards of her. It’s a common ambition for 18 year olds, but for all those who crave fame more than talent, almost none take the step of consulting a plastic surgeon. Perhaps what was different for Alice was that she was an orphan. On her sixteenth birthday, she told me.