Meine kamal ko dekha uska muh khula hua tha aur, who ek tak mere boobs par nazar gadaye dekh raha tha.Mujhe jor se hansi aa gayi, I laughed out loudly...and asked “what are you looking at”, kamal did not uttered a word but raised his hand and pointed his fingers on my boobs. Sujit has come behind me and had put his hands on my arms she gradually untied the knot of rope around my waist and pulled the nighty down my shoulders, this was so fast that within minutes I was standing only in my string. Tracy looks to me, not understanding. "You'll address me as Daddy. And you'll do as such every time you speak. Do you understand" Y-yes. Daddy! Yes daddy."The corner of my mouth curls upward in satisfaction."Do you want to be let go?" I ask."No." She replies, defeated.I ball my hand into a fist and punch her square on her left tit. The force of the blow swings her back into the wall, her restrained legs crashing into the cement."NO DADDY!" She screams in pain, realizing immediately what she has. We fucked the night away and in the wee small hours cumming multiple times, then I went home for a couple hours of sleep.The great thing was that after the first fucking, I could call her any time and come over and we would fuck all night.Then it got a little complicated.I got transfered to a different branch in the same city and started fucking a different co- worker. She wasn't anything special but a fuck was a fuck.She had two k**s, saggy tits, but she could work her cunt like a machine. . Kara had started ballet-dancing at a very young age, and she had joined one of the most prestigious schools in the country when she had turned 16. This school had produced some of the most succesful dancers in the world, with many alumni now dancing in Moscow and St. Petersburg, but also all over the globe. Of course, no one ever spoke about those who had failed to excel within the harsh environment of this school, the failures who had been broken by the teachers and could consider themselves.