I wasn't sure what he was asking me and I guess he could tell that from my blank expression."What I mean Julie is do you want to suck my cock first or...would you just like to spread your slut legs and let me fuck you?"I shrugged my shoulders. It didn't really matter, after all he was going to use me in any way he wanted and whenever he wanted so what was the big deal. "I don't care, you pick." He walked up until he was almost touching me. I could feel his breath on my face and his hard cock was. She was tall, about 5'8" but withher heels she easily was 6' tall. Her long scarlet hair framed hersmooth face and deep green eyes. She wore deep red lipstick which shownlike fire against her pale, but still healthy looking, skin. When sheleft the room she was wearing a form fitting vinyl knee length dresswith sheer black stockings and black patent pumps. She was my idealMistress and I was unbelievably lucky she wanted me as her servant.Half an hour seemed to pass in only seconds when Mistress. I surely could recognize the face of the woman; I had seen on the box earlier. As the man’s tongue worked her cunt, she was howling like a bitch. His tongue was roving her pink slit and a much larger clitoris to make her moan louder and louder. Slowly the man began caressing the front of my shorts where now my sex was bulging huge and throbbing painfully hard. Obviously; I did not resist or protest because he had started stroking my wand which I was about to do myself anyway. Soon he was. 5.3” with chubby cheeks. Her attraction was her boobs. Too big and round for her personality. They stand out of her body in her tight salwar kameez. I touched them couple of times with my elbow while teaching her. She was little poor in English as she was from some village n recently joined pg. I used to clear her doubts.I usually share my official number with trainees in case of any help.Once I left pune she started sending gm and gn messages everyday. I was nev bothered as I had no interest.