It was a regular day in November. I took leave for my cousin’s marriage. And we were travelling to Gujarat for attending the marriage. My dad left u... there since he could not manage to get sufficient leaves. So, he went back to Mumbai.Mom and I were staying there for another 4 days. The wedding preparation was going on. The mehndi function was completed. Next day, the wedding was going on. My maasi and her husband were very busy with their daughter’s wedding. I was trying to get some timepass. It felt so completely strange to be outside in the ‘real’ world again after all the hours in my office focused on nothing but You, Sir, and what I have become at your hands. I felt as if I were playing a role, and very unconvincingly at that: pretending to be or to care about anything other than being Your possession. I squirmed in my seat, aching to rush back to the office, to get down on all fours to write about You, to strip and kneel for You, to call You - oh, to call You and hear Your. I fucked her mouth harder than ever, hearing her gag on every bob as she tried her best to suck me like she imagined an older woman would, not realising that most women never learned to suck dick this well, let alone teenage girls. I pulled back, stroking in her pretty teen face as she looked up, tears rolling down past her dirty half smile, her face looking as young as ever, a little innocent, but too pretty and too sexy not to shoot my load across. ‘Are you gonna cum, sir? Mmmm, you know I’ll. While my mind was still spinning, I heard the front door and went to answer it. I opened it to find my dream girl waiting there and I stood there in a bit of shock, since she wasn’t in her normal attire. Indeed what she was wearing was far from any uniform. The first thing I noticed was her long hair…no pony tail today. It hung in soft waves past her shoulders, framing her innocent face. “You going to ask me in, she asked? “Oh, yes, of course. I’m sorry, come in…I was having a glass of wine,.