But, I know it's just not the same.Why was I still a virgin?Well, I really got my figure later, around fifteen to sixteen, even then, I didn't get the...big boobs that seem so popular with boys. I'm a nice B-cup but no more.Also, I just didn't look to get fucked just to tell my friends I'd been done. No, with all the horror stories I'd heard about screaming and pain, blood, all that, I wanted someone gentle, caring, tender. A guy who would stop if I asked him to. How many would do that?And, I. I wondered if Sasha knew about my flight delay. I assumed he’d check with the airlines, but I was so frustrated by being late that I had to talk to him. I pulled the phone out of the seat in front of me, fumbled with the credit card and finally placed the call to his office. Three rings, four rings, no answer. His voice mail recording interrupted the ringing. ‘Hello, you’ve reached the desk of Sasha Katarinov. I’m not here, so please leave a message.’ He’s not there, so he must be on the way. You go to the bedroom and put on some sweats and a tshirt. I make my way towards the house as you come back to the kitchen. Standing at the fridge you are looking on the bottom shelf for a beer when you feel hands on your hips. You push back and nuzzle your ass against a hard lump. You say you feeling horny baby? A guy responds well actually I am. You are alarmed as you turn around and realize it's not me.Just then I come walking in from the garage. You push away slightly and say baby! I stand. We wanted to record the whole thing so that he cannot harm us in the future.My boyfriend was a bastard and I did not know before. He agreed immediately. I went 2 hours ahead and inspected the society. My friend had already informed the society that I will be visiting the apartment. I installed a Go-Pro camera in the flower pot in the bedroom to record everything.Then I put the key below the mat with a note and texted Naveen, “You have to obey my rules today, the key is under the doormat. I am.