Later afte a month o finished project and slowly I started talking to shilpa….We had been to coffee togather and keep hanging for dinners and lunch ...ll the time even weekends. She stays in pg and she is from trichy. One day she asked me will you teach me the progreamming language as I was not good…She told she will come to my room every weekend from now to learn to program…I said yes…Evey saturday she use to come at 10:30 am and leave around at 2pm…Like that 1 month had gone….We had become so. He started thrusting hard into me. I could feel our bones colliding and my body being slammed into the hard kitchen floor. I was sliding a little with every thrust. He must have been scooting up because he was just as deep if not deeper with every thrust. Slam after slam into my clit was doing all the right things and being held down was doing everything else. Here we go again. Warm wave after warm wave started at the center of my body and worked its way out as I felt overcome with extasy. “F…. I commenced to do this wanking thing and held onto my cock and moved my hand up and down. Well it certainly maintained the erection but nothing else happened, although there was a tiny bit of juice seeped out the end of it. This concerned me because I thought I had damaged something but having never been told about sex matters I did not realise it was pre-cum.I went to school the next day and spoke to my informant on these matters and asked him what the big deal was. He asked me if juices. "LP looked shocked and said, "What did you really say?" You didn't like the first answer?" He isn't my sex slave." Maybe that's just what he wants with you, since he's now obeying your commands.I told him if he didn't obey, I might bring you back to the hotel, so you could boss my sex slave around a bit. I want you to feel good about yourself at the end of the day," I said."I'm not sure if I believe you, so I'm not sure what to do." Just boss him around and check to see if he's hard. You can.