Vivian took her time handling my penis and balls while she snapped the harness around me. “Now lets go back into the living room.” Vivian grabbed...up my shorts and the penis sock, her camera, grasped me by the penis, and led me back into the living room. There, she put the shorts, camera, and sock on the coffee table and said, “Stand beside me. I want to see what it feels like to have you over my knee and I want to give you a short spanking before Nancy gets here. So over you go.” Soon, I. “He’s just another desi business major,” Simran said earlier that evening in part of convincing her to go out. “You could pick another just like him if that’s what you want, and I’m sure you’re family wouldn’t know the difference. But really, Amisha, is that what you want? I mean, we’re not in New Dehli. You don’t have to do what your parents say.” “I didn’t even know what I want to do about all this,” Amisha said. “I know I want to go out, and if I were you, I’d want to hook up with. To my devastation, a bunch of stoner guys stumbled into the room holding a big smoke pipe and they asked if they could hide in the room, they even offered to share some with us but I would have preferred to be sucking on sweet Sarah's pussy. We had kissed a few times the night at the jazz bar but I started realising the connection she had with Tanya. They were flirting and rubbing each others legs the whole time. Seeing the two of them together killed me, the girl I was falling in love with. I spent the next month conflicted and yet at the same time, grudgingly confident about my decision. So much of me still yearned for him. I had been so amazed with the trust and the ease at which I so willingly had surrendered to him and how he had so effortlessly brought me into the world of submission. I had so bought into his many dominant ways.At least I had learned about my secret unknown passion for submissiveness. He was such an insightful and thoroughly enchanting person. He knew I was a.