Please come in. Tell me what was so urgent.”Rajesh stepped into Reshma’s house. “In a minute, but first get me a glass of water. I’m very thir...ty.”Reshma told him to wait in the living room and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. When she came back, Rajesh checked her out from head to toe. Reshma was wearing a red sleeveless top with a black skirt. As usual she was looking very sexy. Reshma handed Rajesh the glass and sat down on the opposite to him.Rajesh drank the water and after. And Steph, he said as she was walking away, I want to see you crawl across the room to your mommy. As I watched her crawl on all fours towards me, I started to touch myself. My pussy had been wet since she had arrived and now I was about to have her lick it. When she reached the couch I was lounging on she got up onto her knees and handed me some papers. I glanced down at what I was holding, and Sex Slave Contract was in black letters at the top of the page. Did you sign it little girl, I asked. Damn, and Ireally want to know what happens next. Of course, I want to know howthis is possible at all, where did these images come from? Is thissome elaborate staging? An alternative universe?I look up, somewhat sheepishly since I have the feeling that I havedone something naughty. I haven't though, I just did my job. Andthere wasn't anything really objectionable in the images... well,aside from the fact that I had the starring role. I spend the rest ofthe day with my thoughts in a whirl, no. I bolted out of the car. My body shivered. My pussy was so wet. My sister had sent me three more pictures. I wanted to look at them. But mother was right there. My pussy itched. I had to know. I had to look at it. I had to find out what my sister texted me.I let Mother pull ahead of me on the way to the H Mart, a large store with Korean script included on its sign. I pulled my phone from my chest, unlocked the screen, and ... I wanted to melt away. The pictures were so naughty. The next one was.