"Hmmm ... This is nice," Mom decided as the taxi-van pulled to the curb in front of a large, modern house.It was built to resemble a two-story Spanish...Hacienda with tan stucco walls, white trim, and a red tiled roof. The place was large with three bedrooms, two baths, a swimming pool, and all the other amenities. It had once been a five bedroom home, but after knocking out a wall and investing in some creative carpentry, the place now boasted a well-equipped BDSM dungeon."How can they afford. I pretend I'm trying to read but my sight follows his every move. (Don't you dare to go through my stuff again!)I guess I can at least try talking to him like my parents want. I ask about his plans for now, what about school and such, but cannot expect much here. So next I tell him I'm writing this paper about income inequalities. He laughs at first. Then he asks me what does that even mean. When I explain it to him, he claims it's a good thing, 'rich should be richer, that's progress, right?'. It was great! We automatically hit it off since we both liked working with students. We ordered blackberry ice cream heaped with chocolate syrup, which we split between the two of us.Towards the end of the ice-cream, Sunaina told me that she was full and wanted me to finish off the rest of her half of the ice-cream. I was pretty full too and told her I couldn’t do it. To this, she responded by taking the last few spoonfuls and before I knew what she was doing and she picked up the small spoon. "Yes, Sir, you are . . . you took my ass cherry." I choked on the words, I'd never thought of it that way and I wasn't sure how I felt about it. But I knew that I hated saying it. "Get up," Rashid said I pushed myself to my feet, feeling the warm cum drizzle down my legs as I stood straight. I smoothed out my corset. One of my stockings had come free of its garter clip, so I bent down and reconnected it. Another gush came out of me. This time it made a little bubbling sound and I turned bright.