About 2AM one night, I was awakened by a call from a good friend, my first wife’s second ex-husband. He’s straight, and not especially kinky. Afte... the divorce, though, he was lonely. He had gotten a job that he really enjoyed, as assistant manager of an independent office supply store. With the blessing of top management, he’d bring home merchandise, often to get a better understanding of how it could be used.One of the items that he brought home was a bottle of White-Out correction fluid for. Even though the girl was obviously going to be paid for the scene — probably at the going rate for vanilla oral — this was a real rape. And it was personal. At some point the girl had offended this guy, and now he was going to take it out of her flesh!The girl stood up and began to move. Fuck, she moved! Suddenly she was a sensuous goddess. Caressing her tits through her top, the girl began undulating her hips. Then her top fell to the ground, revealing perfect breasts and the tattoo of a snake. Dies könnte meine Gelegenheit sein. Ich träumte schon seit Jahren davon meine BDSM Träume auszuleben. Leider war meine letzte Freundin dafür überhaupt nicht zu haben. Vielleicht wäre dieses Mädchen ja dazu bereit. So erklärte ich ihr dass ich ihre kompletten Schulden übernehmen würde und sie den nächsten Monat bei mir Leben könne. Was ich dafür verlange ist dass sie einen Vertrag unterschreibt mir in dieser Zeit als Sexsklavin zu dienen. Nach diesem Monat würde sie denn selben Betrag noch. So coming to this sex story now, sexual encounters with Sangeeta and Sunil became a norm whenever I was in Mumbai for business. There is no corner left in their home which we have not explored, after a few sexcapades with them we have become more of friends than a bull and cuckold couple relationship which we were in initially. So one fine day when I was in Rajkot I got this email from Sangeeta, the subject gave me goosebumps. The subject said “the kitty party’. My mind started to race thinking.