The dilemma was that it meant she needed these sessions more than anyone else. If she was to leave, it would be her choice, not mine.“One sign of be...ng an adult,” I said carefully, “is being tolerant of things we don’t like or wouldn’t want to do. And being willing to learn about things of which you might not approve, which you don’t like, or which you would never do. But I’ll also add this - you will change and your opinions will change and what you desire will change. That’s part of growing. I guess he was trying to humiliate me, but in truth, I had never felt any sensation quite like it. My legs tensed up, and I pushed my hips forward, encouraging him to finger-fuck me even deeper. I was up on my tiptoes by then, and he slapped my tits sharply back and forth as I climaxed wildly into his piss-stained hand. He took his fingers straight from my cunt to my face, and forced them into my mouth. “Suck my fingers clean, you dirty little tramp,” he growled. “You are disgusting! Look. You respected me more than most women respect their wife. I’m now fucking horny so please fuck me?” and she stripped her saree off right in front of me. “Chaloge ki nahi?” she asked coyly as she opened her blouse and started slowly walking into the bedroom.I was shocked by the sudden turn of events but I immediately grinned, hugged her from behind, grabbed her breasts and started dry humping her. “Abbe aaraam se! Pehle choot mein toh daal!” she said and giggled as I lifted her and dropped her. "Good girl." He grinned evilly as he looked at the little skirt and top he'd told her to wear."I am trying to be good." She whispered."You just seem to have too much trouble with it though don't you?" he chuckled.He was carrying a small back pack and she eyed it apprehensively."You want to know what I've got for you?" he grinned.Debbie nodded warily but didn't trust herself to speak."Upstairs with you then." He ordered firmly. "I've always wanted to take a look around your bed room."Debbie had.