Ogling at her ass makes one feel like holding her head by her hair from behind. I was making her crawl on her all fours and take her like a bitch from...behind.She had always been a bitch and a strict authoritarian. But being a human she had her soft spots and hers was drinking. She is a teacher in New Delhi and always used to wear a saree well below her navel with sleeveless blouse. That made me want to be her student.She had straight hair and a beautiful petite face. Now coming to the story, it. Willow made sure the gardens were well lit, and they had placed several fire baskets to help warm and add more light to the area. The back fenced, high hedges would help keep some heat in the area. She had the two gates to the garden locked and put guards on them.The back gate and the two front gates would also be guarded and locked after the guests arrived. Two more guards would also stay in the front of the house to assist guests wishing to leave and ensure uninvited guests didn’t get in.The. She was tall, about five foot six, a hundred and and twenty pounds of firm muscles with a set of 38's. But what set her apart was the red hair against her tan skin. " Well since I'm dressed, why not?" I said.Sandy was well built (firm and musclular) yet she was all woman. We started by warming up with a few lobs. She was good and soon we had a good game going. It had been some time since a woman had played me this tough. Lately most of my opponents were men and I beat them easily.I was amazed. I obey, trembling because she’s absolutely right. In this place, the university seems hazy and unreal.“Basya, just because you chose me doesn’t mean you own me.”“Don’t I?” She flicks the chain, as delicate as a necklace around her fingers but heavy as a yoke around my neck. I stumble forward and fall to my knees. “Take off your pants.”I unlatch my belt. I ought not to be kneeling in these trousers; they’re expensive. Then again, the floor is starlight, so my pants will probably be fine.“Basya.”.