‘Oh God, Sarah. I didn’t hit you, did I?’ ‘No, no. Don’t be silly.’ The look of relief that passed across his face piqued my curiosity, bu... it was quickly replaced by a determined, closed expression I’d never seen on Steven before. I realized I wasn’t going to get any more information on the dream, not at that moment, anyway. ‘What do you remember, Steven?’ I pressed. ‘I just remember waking up with you sort of… well… underneath me, I suppose. I wasn’t sure how you got there, and I felt really. I took a moment and changed her to 69 positions on to me and while sucking my cock she was rubbing her boobs on my tummy and I was licking her pussy after 5 minutes. I knew I was going to come and I asked her to stop but she did not stop. I shot my whole load in her mouth with a few on her face and her hairs and she licked my cock until the last drop and then said oh I love you and I realized that she was cuming again. We both laid down for 10 minutes in each others arms and then I started. He was very handsome and quite charming. We talked and flirted for sometime before I started to excuse myself to my room. He offered to escort me, which I allowed. It turned out that not only was my room on the same floor, but just across the way from his. I leaned in for a polite kiss goodnight (on the cheek), I was throughly shocked when he planted his lips on mine. I never intended for that to happen. For some reason though I didn’t pull away, I kissed back with equal passion. His hands. Any divergence from these rules generally resulted in severe & brutal punishment. One morning I was awakened (as usual) by Champa sucking on my cock. She was my alarm clock. She had her hair neatly tied in a bun and was wearing only a kashta saree & nothing else. As I lay there being serviced by my slave, I grabbed her bun and pulled it open. The sight of her black, thick, long hair spread allover the bed and my stomach was very arousing. I ordered her “choos theekh say champa…pura lund lele.