That car is because Father was here and they wonder about you.”“Great,” I sighed.We went back into the house and went to the door to the steps t... the basement.“Lyudmila Alekseyevna, you’re sleeping in the guest room in the basement. Breakfast is at 7:00am tomorrow. We’ll see you then,” I said.“Perhaps because Tatyana Ivanovna does not plan to stay in the US, she and I should switch rooms! She may sleep in basement and I will sleep in your room! I am old enough for loving!” she giggled.“Lyudmila. When I arrived it was just a two up two down house, I knocked the door and this very tall, rough but good looking man open the door he looked at me and said you must be the sissy slave, yes I replied, get in here he said pulling me through the door, I have here a list of something’s you like he read to be beaten up by a real man, have your cock whipped, made to suck a man while he cums on you and to be used as a toilet, I had no idea that my mistress had given him a list of things she wanted. I was pissed so I skipped talking to her. After 2-3 days and lots of apologies, we started chatting again. At the time, the trust grew. She told me all about her past. She became addicted to sex, thanks to her ex. Finally after lots of requests and promised we exchanged no. And finally decided to meet and fuck. I went to Mumbai to meet her.My flight was late at night so I informed her that I’ll reach Mumbai early in the morning. She booked a room for me. So I went and just crashed into the bed.. I noticed you walking to my car and your shorts looked great and your legs go on forever. You’ve a good body, Laura. What caught my initial attention though were your eyes. I could look at them for a long, long time and be happy.”She leaned toward me over the console and squeezed my hand gently. “Brian, we need to talk about tonight.” I looked at her totally confused. She smiled. “We aren’t going to make it to Augusta today. Where do you plan to pull in. We will need to eat and sleep.