I wept when I was beaten and when I was not beaten; the differencebetween the two was lost on me. Either meant torture now, and I dreadedboth equally....My heart would leap at the prospect of escape, only toplummet to even deeper depths as I realized that it was all illusion, anelaborate hoax on the part of the devious and devilish witch that was myMistress. In truth I was not beaten any more often or more severely serving soclose to the Mistress; she simply did not have to look as far to. Maine kaha pls mazaak mat karo batao na tumhe meri kasam. Fir usne kaha sex. Ye sun k me khushi se pagal ho gaya aur khush hoke us se bola mere bhi yahi thoughts hain. To pls batao na hum kab sex karenge. To usne kaha ye maine pehle bataya ki mere personal thoughts kya hain to ab tum bataoge sex kab karein. Maine kaha ok last xam waale din jungle me chalenge, fir usne kaha yaar us din to mere ghar me bhi koi nhi hoga 9pm tak. Maine kaha to theek hai tumhare ghar par. Fir maine agle din us se. ” As I continued to slam into her, so hard with anger and lust that I couldn’t ejaculate, she moaned, “Gimme more cock ... I’m just a slut and that’s what I want.”After I finally came and collapsed on top of her shaking body, she said, “Maybe it’s a mistake to whore myself for my career but what’s done is done. I love you as much as I can love any man, but it’s not enough and not fair to you.”We fucked several times in the night and I put her on the bus in the morning. She and her paramour. She was wearing a short shirts with no bra and just had a panty to cover her bottoms. I grabbed her and kissed her full on the lips . As our tongues met my hand reached and grabbed her ass . She inserted her tongue in my mouth as I kneaded her buttocks. After what seemed like hell of a long time of passionate kissing I slowly made my way downwards , moving from her neck to her boobs and finally to her pussy. All the while Namrata was standing up . I bent down on my knees and started licking her.