"You don't mind do you Sweetheart?" She added for a special touch.I looked over her shoulder and Phil was there in the doorway, watching us and waitin.... I could feel myself going flush, from that invading turned-on-feeling, knowing she was going out with another man.I heard myself say. "Sure Hon, have a good time." My stomach was full of butterflies.Catching my voice when it cracked, she winked at me, puckered me a light 'air kiss' and turned back to Phil smiling, and with a light-footed. So as it turned out, madam was an award winner at the college level. The only thing I did at the college level was playing cricket, which was far behind me.The HR had planned a cultural gathering of sorts and there were different pairs (boys and girls) created for different tasks: some Reshammiyas were to sing, some Ghalibs were to recite poems and so on.Sana and I were paired to dance on a horrible Bollywood track. I am sure we were paired only keeping in mind our shapely bodies and the fact. ‘You saw Aunt Palma?’ ‘Sure, we have dinner every Saturday night.’ I decided to suspend disbelief and take in the appealing dimple in his cheek, the eyes wide with wonder, the furrowed wrinkles on his forehead. Minutes turned to hours as I enjoyed my father’s never ending sense of humor. ‘A orta be in pictures A’s beautiful to see! A orta be in pictures…’ ‘Oh, daddy, you are so funny!’ I hugged him again, suddenly remembering the real reason for my visit. ‘Daddy, I have a Christmas card for. .. your lilslave ? she whispered to Him. ? Now babygirl tell Me why what you did was wrong. ? Hetold her. Once again she whispered to Him ? what I did was wrong because Youdid not permit it and if it was at a public it would have showed lack of trainingin me and reflected bad on You ? ... Mark took her by the hand and lead herto the bed. He placed her on her knees... placing just a bit of lubricationon her puckered hole. As He drove His cock deep into her, jack hammering herass... reaching.