"Oh, nooh," she whimpered when, unable to control herself, she began stroking his blood- engorged prick for him."Feels good to you, huh?" Hub asked."Y...s, yes... oh, damn you, it does!" Sure it does," he laughed derisively. "And we both know why, don't we? Because you're nothing but a slut. Isn't that right, Suzy baby?"It was too much, having him laugh at her and call her a despicable name just when she was about ready to give him anything he wanted. Tears of shame and humiliation filled her. I decided; fuck it, I can't let this opportunity go to waste, and I started kissing her. She was really eager and before I knew it her tongue was in my mouth and it tasted so good!Suddenly her hand went into my pants and she sayd: ''I've waited so long for this''. She started feeling my dick and balls, which were about to pop and told me my dick feels even better then she expected. My hands were on her boobs, a nice handfull, B cup, perfect for her small body, and I could feel her nipples were. My 36D chest is barley hiding in the tightest sweater I own. I push my hands down to flatten out my black pencil skirt that hugs my hips and thighs tightly. At 5'7 I don't need to wear heels but If I'm doing this, I am going all out, black pumps included. I flex my fingers around the steering wheel deciding if I could go through with this. Then I see him walk by. I want his brown eyes to wonder all over my body. I want to wrap my arms around his sexy neck and broad shoulders and rake my nails. I hated all that. Don’t know why but looking at my slave a typical mharashtrian guy of about 21 years I felt something very nice for him. He had innocent looks and he loved to talk in very low tone. I like this guy too much and thought him as my friend. The day I saw him I couldn’t actually talk with him but then gradually we were good friends. I always like his company and later on came to know that he did not have any girlfriend. I assured him that he can call me his girlfriend. We met many.