”“Fine - and thank you Catherine. Bye.”“Bye.”Now, I should be yelling for joy, but I didn’t feel that way at all, anymore. I just felt tir...d. When I found myself in my apartment upstairs, I noticed that I didn’t really want to stare at those walls one more evening - nor did I want to make any dinner for myself.A bit more than an hour and a half later I was finishing a greasy burger that would have made the health-Nazis scream in agony. I had enjoyed it just as I had enjoyed the two beers I’d. She still wore her 'uniform' of black, leather miniskirt, 'fishnet'-stockings and high-heeled shoes, and still had the figure to do so... He unlocked his front door and they moved inside. "That's the bathroom , that's the living room, that's the bedroom..." He indicated the rooms radiating from the hallway. "Where do you fancy?" She shrugged, and he recalled how 'submissive' he'd been told she was. "It's up to you." "Okay, why not the bedroom..." She walked into it. "Coffee...?" She was. I didn't know who was controlling me, I didn;t care. They had me lie on my back and cum, I did. After telling me my cum was too pathetic for me to interest them, they left Skype. A week later I knew what I needed. I needed her. All I thought about was her firm hand and soft ass. She was so powerful, she had total control over me while I went about my day. I thought of her, all my sexual thoughts centered around her. All this while she wasn't in contact - she probably wasn't even thinking about. Cindy saw that her younger sister Sara was looking unhappy she was wearing the same type of dress. Cindy got a drink and sat quietly drinking it, Sara came to her and said ” just been on the roof one of the waiters was up there and I saw his cock” Cindy asked which one and when Sara told her the Indian boy Cindy said ” stay here I will sort him out” and went to the roof where she saw the waiter in a corner, Cindy knew he was 16 called Abdul and lived near her, Cindy went to him said ” my sis.