Your fingers slowly slide up and down her folds, drenched with her wetness. You smile... knowing the slave will move and moan...you dip three fingers ...eep inside her. The slave does not disappoint you and cries out "Oh, yes" and moves those round hips back and forth to get relief. You laugh and tell the silly slave girl to expect punishment later for moving and making noise. You love to taunt your slave girl, you know exactly how to get the reaction you want. You know what buttons to push. No. Our life was going like this. One day I said harini, I want to say something, she said ok. I said I am in love with her since that 1st day I saw her in our college. She asked time to reply. After 1 week she accepted. Later on we were talking till late midnight and till early morning .After 2 months we started to have phone sex. As she was far from mangalore we couldn’t meet each other. One fine day she informed that her brother marriage has been fixed was in May. As I was having holiday I. "They burn," he said in an almost confused way. "Help me," he pleadedlooking at me.I couldn't help but watch his ever-changing body.His stomach had flattened, although his member was still very much atfull attention. "Well," I said, "it seems like you really are enjoyingthis." His only answer was to moan."My chest!!" I watched as his once tiny nipples quickly became puffy andwhat I could only guess as more sensitive. I saw as he tried so hard tosubconsciously rub what was rising from his chest. ... more evil."Well, that was fun but now it is time for something else."With that she brought up the pen. In the still flickering odd light itlooked like it was glittering. She drew it up close to his skin and heswore he could feel power pressing up against him as she did so. Slowlyshe started drawing on his skin, taking her time with long, sensualstrokes. As the ink hit his skin it felt warm to him, very warm. In thedim light the pink seemed to glow. After a few moments Amanda started tospeak.