“And then Carl asked me when I was going to tell you that I loved you,” I told her.She nodded. We’d touched on how he was driving us together, b...t now I was telling her what had been said. I told her what I’d said to him, how I said it all the time and that I just didn’t use those specific words. I told her about how I’d told Carl I’d take a bullet for her and count myself lucky and about how we would lose ourselves in each other if we ever crossed that line, but how I loved her enough to say. He was still in the skirt, garter belt, stockings and heels and panties. I sat in the water and had him wash me, stroking me and I reached out and stroked him. We both got hard pretty soon. I asked him if he liked being my "man slut" and he said he loved it. I then stood and had him suck me hard, then I ordered him to dry me and I led him back into the bedroom in front of those hidden cameras. I took his necktie he had worn on the way to the hotel and I gagged him. I tied his leash to the bed. He muttered softly.“Yes Prof Katha”. She was also very soft in her answering him.“please call me Rajma”. He kissed her lips and asked if she wanted him to fuck her?“of course, I want you to”. She giggled silently, appreciating his noble concept of asking first and making it consensual. She was right to think of him as such a gentleman. With the consent granted, Rajma lifted miss Kamala onto his desk and took her thong off. Sitting on the desk, her crotch was in a perfect alignment with his. He. As they descended the staircase the sound, the sight and the passion of what had occurred only moments before became all-consuming and so powerful she felt compelled to hold the bannister for support for reasons she might swoon. What Cecelia had shared with her in words and in unabated passion, Lydia would never have revealed had their places been reversed. Lydia’s own secret, separate and dark, was a deeply private creature that would appear as unnatural sorcery to any witness who might have.