There was nothing about this Tuesday morning that seemed remotely special to Darren. As he fought his way through morning traffic he was convinced eve... the radio DJ’s were repeating a show from last week. The highlight of his workday was a coffee run for the boss and two thirty minute coffee breaks spent imagining what the secretary would look like topless. As five-o’clock rolled around, Darren headed back out to his car intending to grab some cheap takeout and end another pointless day alone. As i dont have option i went to bath room and changed. In that top my bra is visible so i dropped that and just weared top. I m looking like prostitute in that dress. We both went to market. He took me to dress shop and told me to purchase some cloths. I was happy hearing that and started watching. Again he said purchase only mini skirt an sexy top or innerwear. Mujahid selected 1 dress and asked me for trial, its very sexy but i went to changing room n i changed.It was very sexy and deep cut. .IT WAS HUGE.. MUCH MUCH MORE THAN PRASHANT.. I WAS GETTING WEEK IN MY KNEES..IMRAN THEN TOOK HIS DICK AND MOVED IT UP AND DOWN A LITTLE . IT GAVE HIM SOME ERECTION.IT WAS LOOKING AMAZING.. I NOTICED I HAD STARTED TO BREATH DEEP. HE THEN REMOVED HIS T SHIRT AND WAS NOW COMPLETELY NUDE. HE HAD A AMAZING BODY … WOW…..IT WAS BECOMING QUITE IRRESTIBLE OE ME.. HE THEN TOOK OUT HIS BRIEFS FROM THE CUPBOARD AND BEFORE WEARING IT HE LAY ON THE BED… AND TO MY SURPRISE STARTED WANKING HIS DICK.. IT GREW. She drags the whip up and down my thighs, telling me what a nasty whore I am for soaking through my thong at the mere thought of what’s to come. I bite my tongue to keep from moaning in response. I try not to feed the fire. She rubs my clit through my thong with her whip and I shiver against it, a hard smack across my pussy sets it on fire and I gasp in response. She reaches up and pulls my shirt the rest of the way off my face, undoing my bra and pulling it up over my arms to rest around my.