The following stories will be a seris of incidents that occured to me in America.week1:week1 is very exiting with my roommate Archana who is also from...India. She is cuter than me with boob size of porn star which I would always wish to have. I thought of having boys in my bed cuddling me in sleep and fucking me until I feel exhausted. But no one approached me and i never has confidence to go to speak some random guy. On the other side Archana and I became friends. Don't say anything where ever. They then talked quickly among themselves and then the girl who had been speaking to me said with a grin: "I hope we did not make you feel silly back there!" More giggles. "You know, we think you look very nice." A pause followed and she bit her lower lip while looking into my eyes. My heart was racing again and the other two girls next to her continued giggling lightly, although I'm uncertain if that was due to her comment or the fact that it immediately made my cock start growing again, which. Before Sir starts the spanking, I am told what each implement are. I grip for impact. First the strap, several times in the same two spots, then the cat- of -nine- tails several times in the same two spots. Both illicit a mild reaction to his very gentle flogging and my response to his question, ‘It feels like a massage!”. Sir is happy that he has not triggered my c***dhood punishment trauma. It is the next implement that makes me think twice. The riding crop. Although still gentle in its. She answered and I could tell that she was hammered and she asked me to pick her up. I told my friend that she was plastered and I had to go get Ann he said he would come with me I agreed and told him we can just drink and jam out in my man cave. when we got to the bar I saw Ann smoking and talking to some guy. I pulled she got into the car not even noticing that my friend was in the back seat and we drove away. I asked who the guy was and she giggled. I got upset and asked again Ann told me.