Dad left and I was withher alone. She asked me a lot of questions about nothing in particularalbeit about everything. She was making notes about my an...wers on theclipboard."Well, I'm pretty sure you ain't a boy," she stated suddenly instead ofasking another question.I was speechless. I could neither confirm nor deny. It was true but Icouldn't say it. I was terrorized by an idea my Dad would know I wasn't aboy.I was sitting in her office on the chair trembling in fear. My Dad was theone who. Seema- No Sir, it was my job, but I am really very happy we earned this contract.Me-Well this calls for a celebration. We have one whole day tomorrow before we catch the flight. Let’s go shopping tomorrow. What do you say?Seema- Why not Sir.We both finished our dinner and went to my room for some wine, while drinking we got to know more about each other’s personal life.Me-Seema, how many years have you been married now?Seema-Sir it’s been 3 years this May.Me-That’s really nice, hope you are. Her top draped beneath her horizontal torso, giving him a great down-collar vista of two perfect breasts tipped with two perfect pointy nipples. Monitoring his stunned face, Farrah ran her hands up her thighs and under her skirt. Her hips rocked to and fro, bobbing her suspended tits as she drew her panties down and stepped them off her ankles. She straightened up and the man slouched in his seat, expecting her to climb aboard his bulbous hips and give him the same treatment Ned had gotten. She. By the end of the night I had been whipped with a belt,beaten with a birch, burnt by the hot wax from a candle, hog-tied withtape, had clothespins attached to my nipples, testicles and cockhead. Inmy hypnotic state, I loved every minute of my torture, and beggedceaselessly for more and more cum.By 4:00am they were all drained dry, but one man quietly asked if I likedpiss as much as I enjoyed cum. Peter's eyes lit up and before I knew whatwas happening I was blissfully gulping down so much urine.