? The deliberate voice firm, deep, that of what must be a man, yet a hulking man at that, it’s hard to focus on him in the near blackness as ...e stands directly in line with the elevator a few feet back. His loose clothing dark, just a huge shadow in the pool of ominous darkness, only a faint outline of his left arm reaching out, slowly drawing back, beckons the wide eyed, huddling women. ?Step out.? Another voice, that of a female, yet definitely not feminine and even. I used to be very shy and she kept approaching me. It would seem every time she called for little things to borrow it would be when i was most likely to pick up the phone. Since they lived just across the street, we came and went quite frequently during the day. One time while coming from their apartment, i had a huge tray full of food in my hand. I would thus be unable to open the building entrance doors. So aunty sent parveen to open the doors for me. While opening the last door she jumped to. Her lips part and our tongues collide in a shower of sparks. "Fuck," she murmurs against my lips. I fumble back and slam the door shut behind us. She yanks at my shirt, pulling it up my body and over my head. While I reach for her shirt, ripping it up over her bra. My hands find her pert little A-cup tits, and I give them a gentle squeeze. She whines at my touch, and throws her head back. Encouraged by her moans, I unclasp her bra and free her little titties, sucking them into my mouth. She. I will be more directing, not just sexual, but simple tasks. From the moment you wake you will call me Sir. Each day we will more aspects of BDSM.”I told her she was able to stop things at any time. We discussed safe-words. I would not be upset if she used them. Red meant I would stop everything immediately. Yellow I would slow down or stop and discuss. If at any time she was asked, or wanted to ask for more, or more intensity she would use green. But I didn’t expect her to need them tomorrow..