My pussy tingled at the sight and my heart picked up pace. I chatted lightly with her until her coworker made my food. I found out her name was Ashley...and that we went to the same collage. When my food came I found a table by the corner, sat my tray down and decide to go wash my hands. I looked in the mirror and instantly regretted for going a bra before I left the house because I noticed that my nipples were pointing straight out, almost beckoning the eye. So this was the reason Ashley was. They sat back down on the bed and waited for his instructions like obedient puppies. He told Suchita to lie back on the bed while he took his clothes off. He told Suchita to bend down and lick Shankar’s pussy while Shankar watched him fuck Suchita from behind.Shankar looked scared at first but the fright quickly turned into pleasure as she felt Suchita’s tongue wash over her. He kneeled behind Suchita’s ass and slid his hard cock into her dripping hole. He looked up at Shankar as she watched. He had pulled at her arm, and she had resisted. It had all been very uncool. Andrew hadn't heard much of the conversation, but he'd known from something said earlier that her mother had been away that weekend on an Open University session. He had theorised that the father was nervous of responsibility, that he had wanted his daughter back in his line of sight as soon as possible, and Andrew had thought this unfair. After all, Mary had been visiting the Paperhouse night club for at least three. ” She had to figure out a way to stop this insanity. Marge had totally misunderstood her. Now things were escalating beyond what either of them could feel comfortable with.“Thank you, Marge,” she started. “But...”“You are welcome, pet,” Marge interrupted again. “But it’s Mistress from now on. Remember?”Kathleen blushed. “Yes, Mistress. But...”“And good slaves kneel. You want to be a good slave, don’t you? Because bad slaves get punished.”“Yes, Mistress,” responded Kathleen. She automatically.