"I'm waiting. On your hands and knees. Quickly!"It was hopeless, she knew it was hopeless. All was lost. It didn't matter. She would die of humiliatio... if the photographs were released; she would die of humiliation if she were to undergo the cruel debasement in order to retrieve them. It didn't matter except... the pictures would kill Dick's love for her, would destroy her mother, would be traumatic for all her friends receiving copies. This way only she would be hurt. Slowly, she sank to her. I felt guilty after that even though I couldn’t get the thought of it out of my mind. It had been a few months later and I was still fantasizing about sucking another man’s cock. I quickly found myself going out onto the internet sites searching the personals. This is when I found a young bisexual man named Connor. Connor was in his early twenties as I disclosed to him my inner bisexual fantasy. He was more than open to the idea of me playing out my fantasy with him being in control. It took. You swing around, and see me standing there, in front of you, naked. I come closer to you, sit on your lap, facing you, and kiss your lips. Your dick is between you and me, still throbbing hard. Our tongues dance in each other’s mouth, and a moan escapes my lips as I feel your dick move between us. I stand up, taking a hand and moving your dick more away from you body, but still kissing you. I begin to sit back down, feeling the tip of your dick at the entrance of my soaking, hot pussy. I let. She saw the bulge and said, “weeee ma..so this is the trick huh? Tickle tickle bhai saab full attention”.I started to giggle purely by the way she said it and saluted looking at my thickness. She said, “Now I know why Rupy limps from your room”.Our conversation today had switched up a gear. I had a sense of excitement, a sense of guilt and a sense of euphoria in the room. My landlady was wearing an Indian batick frock. A purple coloured frock that made her tits look prominent.At this precise.