To feel the heated gazes of appreciation upon her flesh once more. Hot tears stung the corners of her eyes in the wake of self pity. She would never a...ain get to be one of those that delighted in pleasing her Master, or his guests. That would laugh and smile with eyes demurely lowered despite the vixen’s glint that would light them. Now, all she was good for was opening the flap of her Master’s tent when someone wished to enter. An amazingly gentle tap of a boot against her thigh, all but tore. Me: pressed her right boobs very hard when the bus jerked offShe: she said ahaaaaaa and closed her eyes in painme: sorry! Sorry! Sorry! What happen?She: it’s really paining hard (Bus lights were off)Me: where ???Me: what happen/where?????She: where u pressed; there onlyMe: I kept my hand on her right boobs and asked, here is itShe: (pushed my hand back) said nothingMe: again I kept my hand on her right boobs and asked whether its paining really hard ha.She: mmmmmmmMe: started to smooch it. I always like to freshen up after dancing and before I hit the crowd. I walked in backstage and two dancers were in there. One girl was sitting on top of a table and the other one was eating her pussy. It wasn't unusual. A lot of girls have sex back stage along with doing a little cocaine. I didn't do d**gs at that point in my life.Anyway, I started freshing up while listening to the girls moan and calling each other sluts and whores. It was actually a turn on for me."You want some of this?". I am taking my time out from my assignment just to jot the most unexpected recent sex encounter which took place yesterday. I am accustomed to have sex at least once in a day whether it is with a boy or Simran. But due to my busy schedule and even Raj having met with an accident I was deprived with my basic needs for sex and was becoming desperate. Simran was also out of town. I even called Manish and Tariq bhaiya in Delhi but both said to be busy with their work. I was becoming so desperate.