She gave me a paper and left. To my surprise it was a letter stating that she likes me and was asking me to call her. The bells rang on my head and i ...as out of the world. I got back to my hostel room immediately (did not want to waste a single min) and called her. I have heard her voice in the class, but that day was special.We started talking and talking and talking. Days went by and our chat continued so did my lust. One day, i had to visit Chennai for an urgent work and asked her if she. She looked up tearing up and I told her to turn around and ask the attendant, a man about 30 if she could please leave her "fuck toys and films there while she shopped more" She said this weakly with tears in her eyes, he looked over her shoulder at me, and down her blouse from his elevated standing and said, "nice Mister, she your slave?" I thought about saying, "No, here is your sign ...stupid question dude" but I did not. I simply answered, "Yes, and she is a shy slave in training, you. ”I waited.“She volunteered, of course, so what could I do. I know her people.”I waited some more, pretty sure of what was coming.“I want you to go talk to her, about what we do, about her clothes, which are awful, and, well, see if you can convince her she has made a mistake.”“Why me?” I asked.“You’re a man,” the Madam said coldly. “But don’t hurt her feelings.”I went up to the girl’s room, knocked, introduced myself and took a chair. I crossed my legs and we looked at each other.She sniffed.. Belinda’s torso was perfection from years of training for the cross-county event and then the later plunge into the swimming world competition that softened her muscles and made them more resilient. I knew from our bedroom antics that she was supremely agile and flexible in all sexual positions to achieve the highest level of flutters and tingles that her orgasm could supply.Her bum was petite and smooth. Hidden in the depths of her rear crack, she had an anus that looked fresh and not marred.