...Down the corridor, past the open doors and into the airport, the cool breeze chilling the nervous sweat covering my body....A crowd of people were ...athered to great their families and loved ones on the plane with me....Scanning the crowd for a glimpse of you and nothing...wait beyond the rows of people by yourself leaning against a column you are looking my direction and speaking on your phone. Our eyes meet and we begin to walk towards each other. Oblivious to the crowd around us we meet. . good" The next thing is this ... I want to make sure that there is a line between this and the rest of our relationship. So tomorrow morning your name is Sleene. I will call you Sleene or slave. You will call me sir in non-sexual situations and master in sexual situations. You will not call me Ken or honey when we're role-playing. Do you understand, slave?"Oh my god! I thought I was horny before! "Yes ... master" You will prepare before presenting yourself. You will condition your pubic hair. She came back and handed me a glass and we talked for a bit whilst watching tv. I accidentally kicked the table in front of us whilst stretching my leg and tv remote fell on the floor. Disha lowered herself to pick the remote and all I can see was bright red padded bra hugging her big breast. I didn't realise she was looking at me when i was staring her cleave. I was gobsmacked and did not know what to say so I smiled nervously and start watching tv again. Disha got up to prepare the dinner. She shrieked in protest until his hard hand lightly slapped her bottom."Settle down, chhetri," he warned as he quickly walked down the block with casual ease as if he didn't have a squirming woman draped over his shoulder."I told you not to call me that!" She pounded on his back in frustration.She continued to curse at him, not caring who heard her. He ignored her except for the occasional swat when she nearly slid off his shoulder. He barely felt her blows, and didn't care if she hit him but.