She is a slutty bitch. I have not met her yet but she contacted after my last story(https://www.indiansexstories2.net/office-teacher/fantastic-sex-wit...-horny-colleague/) was published in ISS and since then we are sharing our sex experiences with each other. She is working divorcee from Mumbai who works for a software company and travels a lot.Shabana sent me a complimentary email after reading my story but I could not reply her since I was on tour and had not have time, but in evening while. Would it tickle? I didn't know but I was mad to find out. Lost in my fantasy and not helped by the cool air of the gym I noticed that my nipples were growing hard underneath my thin gym t-shirt. Even worse I was getting so wet I feared I might be staining my shorts. I also became aware that several of the boys had noticed my high beams and were giggling nervously. I glanced at Matt, but the way he turned and the expression on his face left me uncertain if he saw, but there was just enough of a. I wondered how she was contacting her lover if she wasn't using the phone. She may have been using her cell phone which I wouldn't necessarily have access to if she was talking away from the house. By now I'd placed a few mini-mikes around inside to listen and a few mini-cams that were motion or sound activated to record activities. I even put a recorder in her car and hid one in the lining of her purse. She wasn't going to be doing much without me knowing about it.The weekend was uneventful. My big old ass fuck whore ...Slamming home one more time finishing... Now he stopped ... Ok, he said asking , Which one you like more the bastard or the MASTER ? You best think befor you speak for you can and will get the bastard if you dont .. He pulled the tape off.. I was crying qiute hard but had managed to say, MASTER .. I dont think I heard you right , please say it again..he said master ,I said louder ,MASTER .. Now will you at least try and.