I know that my pain is not excessive, it is not scarring mentally or physically, it is not unbearable, it is just aimed at my own tolerance levels. W...at do I like the most? The actual physical side or the anticipation? I function perfectly well away from him but when my mind wanders I start to wonder what will happen next time?, when will the next time be? Have I done anything that I shouldn’t have? Have I cum without him or his express command? Do I just find excuses to feel that I need to. I hail from Bangalore, currently living in Chennai, 29 years old, single and enjoying. I am writing this story with the permission of the people involved. We both, I and Sudha would love to receive your feedback.It happened in 2008, I was 25, working in Chennai at a multinational firm, and residing at Adyar. It was a individual house, with the landlord family on the ground floor, and me alone on the 1st floor. They were a Tamil family, parents Mohan (52) and Sudha (45) and daughters Vanita (25). She looked like the whore-slut she wanted to be. We stopped at a look out point at the highway. No one was there, Jean took off the dress and I fucked her on the car. We arrived just as the party was starting. We were both issued wrist bands for our sexual preferences. I had yellow to indicate I am straight, Jean had lavender and green to show she is bi sexual. We were given lockers to store our clothes. The check in girl looked at Jean and asked if she would like to attend a private party. He started moving fast...in and out...fucking my mouth, his hands holding my head steady until I felt his penis go stiff and pushing hard inside my willing mouth followed by a gush of hot semen shooting at the back of my throat and, feeling like the horny slut that I was, I swallowed his creamy semen...and licked him clean. Then after a long moment of silence..."Wow...you're hot Gail...I knew it when you came in...the bike was doing something unusual to you...was'nt it?", he said straightening.