I always have a fantasy of me being the supermodel as most of my friends told me that modelling can always be my back up career option as I look hot ... I would simply blush at their suggestions. I keep thinking about my college days then madam said " is it ok ? Priya" I said fine what the hell , lets do it . Shyamala said " Priya I should go , I have work to do ".I said fine .she said good byes to madam and Swapna and left the place . I was feeling vulnerable and nervous , I was wondering how. I think I hit it right. Maria couldn’t believe the room and had to ask again for confirmation that it would indeed be her room if she got the job. I assured her it would be and that if she wanted to change any of the décor, I would call in the decorator to work with her to make it perfect for her. She assured me she wouldn’t want to change a thing.I then showed her the therapy room and explained that part of her benefits of the job would be a weekly massage from a masseuse, a bi-weekly. As he pushed in I yelped out in pain, and as I did other cons started cheering him on, this seemed to fire him up more and he told me to shut the fuck up or else, I had to bite my lip as it felt like he was ripping me open. I can’t really explain what was going through my mind or what I felt as I was in to much pain, his onslaught was relentless, he was going to fuck me no matter what anyway. He had a firm grip on my hips and was now building a rhythm, I. Their bodies melted together… tits… stomachs… hips… on the floor……..“I love the feel of soft flesh on top of me,” I said. Or maybe I just thought that. My mind was so on fire that I didn’t know the difference between the spoken word and thought. I just knew that this was sensory nirvana. Shelly’s soft body was pressing down on me. My whole body was alive!“Danny come here and kiss me”, I implored. “I want to taste your lips and feel your hands on me.Oh, Danny please eat me first”, Shelly begged..