Around three hours later we stumbled out the pub, giggling like school girls. "Hey, do you wanna come over my new place.?" I asked her slurring my wor...s."Yes, Yes i do."she said following it up with a hiccup. arm in arm we staggered down the street to the warehouse and soon we were tumbling into the flat. Once we were safe in my room I turned up some music and tried and failed at sticking a tie on the door. I sat myself down next to Jen and I looked at my old friend. She was beautiful, long. Grab a beer, then. OK, get me one anyhow, and whatever you want, it's in the icebox over there. This'll take a little time.Ready now? Well, it all started with a girl. I was third year college and I was all in l-o-o-v-e just like any horny twenty-one-year-old and there it was, summer break looming up and her going out on field work for her damn major. Paleontology, that was—that's like archaeology, except a lot older. Anyhow, all I could think of was keep getting in her pants, and there were. Sirf bra or panty main thi or fir mujse kaha chal e madarchod yaha aa or meri bra utar to main uske pass gaya or hath lagya tabhi usne mere lund pe chata mara or bolo bhosdike hath se nahi muh se to maine uski bra muh se khinch k fad di or usse ki chichi ko janvar k tarah kar or chus rha tha or voh madhos hoke mere lund ko hila rahi thi or moan kar rahi thi fir main apna lund chudvaya or uski panty main lund dalke uski panty utari or jab mera lund uski chut ko chus to voh mere hoton ko jot jor. I comply as he informs me that he will not be repeating himself again tonight. Then he comes to my eye level and wraps his big hands around my neck. I close my eyes in bliss; I've been waiting for this for so long. "Tonight you are going to reply with, 'Yes sir.' You are here for my pleasure, I'm going to train you like the slave bitch you are. Do you understand?" I reply with a, "Yes, sir," like an obedient child. He slaps me with a force that made my pussy very wet. As I get wet in my.