"I had no idea I loved you until yest....whenever it was, last week. What right do you have to come in here accusing me? Why don't you ask your sister...what happened, she's the one who should say, not me!" Kaylee ran out of my room with tears streaming down her face and sobbing. I heard the front door slam and moments later my mum entered the room. "What was that all about honey?" She came over to my bed looking concerned. "You're not supposed to get stressed, I suppose you realise that includes. Most of Pipeline Group 1A was sitting together. Julia asked them, "Is Friday's date planning under control?" I listened carefully, because I hadn't heard a word about what it was going to be, and I was getting curious now.Several of them spoke at once, all saying variations of, "Everything's fine," which was less than informative.I asked, "I haven't heard what the date is yet? Is it a secret, or something?" We'd rather not say," was the consensus answer. One girl added, "We're fairly confident. Gone was the dominating threat that she held over me; this essence of pure womanhood was how she greeted those males with cock enough to satisfy her.As the three entered, the black man simply laughed at me and tuned to greet Blanche. Agnes looked at me with contempt as I knelt, naked and erect, leash hanging from collar, awaiting command; a picture of subservience. Myrna panted visibly as she looked at me with scorn; her knuckles white as she gripped the whip tightly, the whip she yearned to. Slowly, I moved my hand to her choot and started to rub it from outside her sari.'Shaab, nahin (Sir, no), ' she moaned, catching my hand.'Karne de, tujhe achcha lagega (Let me, you will like it), ' I whispered.Hesitatingly she loosened her grip and I recommenced rubbing her cunt. Few minutes later her hips started to move in fuck motion.'Oh shaab' 'Oh shaab', she moaned repeatedly.When I sensed that she was about to come, I quickly pushed my hand inside her sari. When she felt my fingers.