Maeen janiparila tk agaku chhidahela…ei samaya re mo pachharu jane loka Dhaka dela je mo jaeen siddha maeen ku kundhei pakeili…mo banda maeen gand... kana pakhare jor re piti heigala..maeen chup chap chhida heithae…se mo banda ku anubhav karuthae…mu ei sujog re ahuri matta hei uthili….pura josh re maee gandi re banda ghasili…maeen muha dhire dhire lal padigala…mu najanila pari ara pataku muha karidauthae.Emiti 5 min kala pare mora sahas tk badhigalaa…mu dahana hata ku talaku nei maeen gandire. She was supposedly taking my “tips” to the boss. She didn’t want to have any chances that something was going to happen to it or she get robbed. It had to be more money than she would make in here in a year or more.When she came back I could hear the women outside the VIP bathroom grumbling about the wait. They were offering her large sums of money to jump line. I didn’t expect that the first five women that came in after my break actually wanted to just do their business in private versus a. Needy piece of meat.” He spoke those word slowly.He suddenly pulled my hair and I moved towards the edge of the bed. I could feel the clothespins everywhere, the pain made me moan. “I thought you liked pain, is it getting too much, you slut?“No, Master”, I whispered.He forced me to sit on the floor, right in front of the doors of the bedroom closet, big mirrors from ceiling to floor. “Now do it. Fuck yourself”.I looked at him, in confusion.“I said, fuck yourself. Do it, whore.”I slowly followed. As I stay in hyderabad we used to chat a lot in whatsapp. Gradually we started to become close to each other. Day she kept a dp in half saree and I complemented saying she is lucking sexy and she started to blush. This is the starting point I started to flirt with her and as the days passed we started to do phone sex.We used to chat late nights every day and we used to end up masturbating. She used to share her pics and sometimes in her bra. It increased my desire to fuck her harder. We started.