Suddenly she snapped. "Don't touch me weakling. Don't fucking touch me, not yet." There were moments when they reversed the scenario but tonight was h...rs and she intended to indulge her more baser desires, fully. She spread her legs open wider so John had a privileged view of her power over him. He stopped stroking himself now so as preserve his orgasm and crawled towards her as she sat exposed on the borrowed desk. He timidly asked for instruction from his mistress. One direction. "Serve".. She first hesitated and then agreed as I knew she was a kinky and dirty maid.I told her “That I like my partner to be submissive and I being dominant” to which she replied“No sa’ab ji I can’t be a sub, I can’t do all those sub stuff”. I then forced her as she knew the consequences of saying no to me . She was in her black saree and with a blouse with 50% of her boobs popping out of it .We then started smooching and kissing and biting each other lips and exchanged all our salivas which lasted. Marcus and my aunts decided to be funny and made me a giant scratching post so that I'd quit tearing up the furniture. I decided to exact revenge come their birthdays.For Talon, though, I had a college friend of mine take some portraits. There were the usual facial shots but also some tastefully nude photos that managed to de-emphasize my scars, which bothered him some days. He'd talked a few times about wanting some pictures of me, so I thought he'd like them.Talon's gift to me was a gift card. She opened her eyes and looked into mine. ‘Pappu that was amazing! You are such a quick learner. Did you feel my orgasm?’ she asked. I responded ‘Salma, I’ve never experienced anything like this in my life! I want to spend every second of my living existence making love to you.’Salma laughed uncontrollably on hearing me. ‘Pappu, this is just the beginning! I am sure you’ll grow tired of me in the days to come. Right now I am like a new wife. As we fuck more and more, we will not have the same.