She slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and put her through my underwear to hold my penis. Then she expertly took out of the underwear a looked at...it curiously. I am a very fair person and when erect, tip of my penis looks reddish or rose. She liked it seems and she smiled at me.By the time i had raised her saree and underskirt which was blue in colour matching her blue sari.I do not know why still remember the blue colour as her panties was also blue.I put my hand in side her pant and. "Jill, I am not going to lose you over this sex slave thing, am I?"She looked into me eyes and saw the tears that I was holding back. She sat on my lap and held my head to her breast.In her most soothing and loving voice, Jill reassured me. "No baby. You will never lose me. I will be right here by your side. This is only temporary. It's just a fad or passing phase in our lives. I am living my fantasy life. You are my real life and my only true love."A knock on the door shook us from our tender. Then he puts his hand on my back , looks at me and says “So , what have you been staring at this whole time? I know what you want…” he stared at me with a small smirk on his face. I was blushing but kinda happy at the same time, knowing what I wanted, knowing what I would do for him, knowing that he can do whatever he wanted with me, my body, everything you can imagine you can do with a submissive little whore that I am. You can imagine me being all shy at all this, so I replied back at him. The first morning I was there, after breakfast sister Bridgette came in with a washbasin and washcloth and said I was getting a bath in bed. Now she was hardly out of her teens, wore the white wimple of a novice, and had green eyes, traces of red hair peeking out of her headgear, and a delightful Irish brogue.She efficiently soaped and rinsed my face, arms, legs and torso, all the time chattering about her life in Ireland before coming to the States. I assumed we were done, but then she.