As per our prior arrangement you head straight to the lift, not once looking in any other direction, totally focussed, as I watch the lift door close ...rom my vantage point I know I have 30 minutes to wait until I can enter the room, by now you should be sipping on a glass of champers, giddy with the fragrance of rose petals s**ttered upon the bed and trying to relax and prepare for what lies ahead, the waiter sees my empty glass and brings me another drink which I slowly sip until finally it’s. After he was finally done, the ropes that were tied around my wrists and were now tied together and a metal circle was pushed in between my legs with the ankle ropes tied down to it. "Tell me that you will call me Daddy. Tell me that you want more nigger cock and you will be my slave and sleep tied up for my fuckstick. Tell me that you will always be my pussyboy slave." said John. I was in the lust of the moment."I want more nigger cock and I will be your slave, Daddy. I will sleep tied up to. My dad was away at work and mum was too hung-over to even attempt a drive, so it was going to be the touchy-feely ride for me, the local bus was notorious for women getting groped in their private regions, a sort of acceptable tradition, and most local women just ignored the issue as it happened, though some of the fatter and uglier ones probably took the ride for that reason alone.I mentioned it to mum, but she just remarked, 'Fucking hell Mariel, it's not the end of the world, just play. She said that she was an HR in a bank. She asked me about my personal life, about my girlfriend. I found her a bit too frank for asking this type of questions in 15 minutes of talking to me but I thought let it be and returned the favour by asking her the same. To which she replied that she was married and her husband was a pilot. She had a son who was studying law in Bangalore. I asked her how she passes her time living all alone. She replied that she works too much and on weekends she has fun.