" Yeah, he's a nice guy. He's got his own place so I'm pretty much living there at the moment. It's a bit nicer than living with my mum and dad!"So th...s guy was not only getting his filty hands on Laura but he had his own place as well. My jealous streak was in full effect. Then I saw that my stop was coming soon so I decided to take the plunge and see if Laura wanted to see me again."Hey Laura, do you fancy meeting up for a drink one evening?" Erm, well it might be difficult. I still have. “Aap deko, main video delete kar…”“Kaisa laga video? Was it good?” I interrupted him asking this. He became silent all of a sudden trying to understand what I just said. “Was the video recorded properly? Or did the clothes came in the way.” I repeated.The milkman didn’t say a word then, just kept staring at me. He didn’t expect what was going to follow. I took the phone from his hand with the intention of deleting the video, but first I watched it. It was a low quality video taken in the dark.. “I told you it would stop.”He laughed and enjoyed the sight of her bound, naked body squirming from her bonds.“I wonder which is stronger. Your will or your desire to climax?” He pinched her nipples and winked at her.Stevens stood up and went to a table. He poured himself a glass of iced tea. Clarissa realized that he was stalling to let her desire subside. She watched him sip his drink very slowly. Clarissa started thrashing her body against her bonds.Minutes later, Stevens approached the bed. "This lady," I indicated Wendy, "is my wife and you shall treat her with the greatest of respect, but she is not your mistress because you belong to me alone." Yes, Master." Hello, Florence," said Wendy pleasantly."Hello, madam," she respectfully replied."Florence," I told her, "give me an account of yourself."So Florence told her story. She was Nigerian and her family had sent her to England to study, which she had been doing diligently but without much enthusiasm. For the last five or six.