We chatted a lot in phone now and even tried sex chat over it.And as time passed by we found ourselves trustworthy to try a real sex. So one fine day...we planned to meet at a place in chennai and exchanged our dress codes that day.The morn i went there and excited to see how she looks. Then she came and i got instant hard watching her.she was not too fair in color but had sexy figure about 5.3″ and she looked damn sexy in the black dress she worn. I thought of hugging her right there. But i. My legs shook, my hands trying to fight your fingers off my swollen pussy. It hurt and yet it felt so good. Begging you, pleading, you stopped and looked down at me. A look of power, control eminating out of every pore. Your cock, rock hard now teased the wettness between my thighs. I shifted to allow you better access, but you leaned forward, encased my neck with your strong hands and whispered in my ear. "Are you a good little cunt?" Yes sir," I whispered."Are you my good little cunt?" Yes. With a definite languor, she rolled the thick shaft, teasing him into soft aroused moans. She shivered as the first flow of preseminal juices oozed to the sleek surface of her thigh. Warm and wet, it slicked over the supple roundness of her leg as she moved against him.As he gave up the pleasure-tortured earlobe and moved his lips and tongue to her neck, his fingers gently traced the large circumference of her billowy breast. Having traversed the complete base, he raced his fingertips around it. "Where am I?" was her first thought. She was well rested, but there was a slight ache between her legs and in her throat. She couldn't remember where she was. Where were her clothes? She never went to bed without clothes. Where were her clothes? She rolled over to take a look at her surroundings.On the table next to the massive bed she was in was a vase with a single red rose, a carafe of coffee, a pair of drawstring gym shorts and a tee shirt. A note was on the tray. "I am out at the pool..