I was sex starving and she was also.We both need sex badly. But as you know Indian girls won’t express their desires for sex. Her marriage was in a ...ad phase and she was living away from her husband as he used to abuse her and beat her which she told me later.One day I told her over the phone that I want to fuck her, initially she denied but I convinced her. When we cut the call she hinted me and asked to come earlier than usual in my room. When I finished office due to personal reasons I was. “Come on, honey, wake up.”“What?” Anita shook the cobwebs off and sat up.“Time to call it a night, dear. You fell asleep.”“I did?”John stood and helped his wife to her feet. “Yes, you did. You snored.”Caroline laughed. “Don’t listen to him. You weren’t snoring.”“Or at least not very loudly,” said John. He took one of the candles and led the way. Anita grabbed a second and followed.Once in their room, John directed his wife to the bed. “Go to sleep,” he said, and went into the bathroom. Turning. Swooping towards me were two leathery, spiky, dragons! Real, live dragons. Dragons that were spouting flame from their snouts. Dragons that were diving towards me, clearly intent on frying me to a crisp.There was no time for conscious thought (I was out of practise in that anyway) and I simply ran forward as fast as my feet would carry me.The other side of the bridge looked much like what I had just left behind, a narrow passage. I threw myself forward, over the last six feet, and scrambled up. I sat on the sofa. He brought a glass of water, and after that, I was shocked to see the next scene. He removed his t-shirt. He had written ‘slave’ on his chest.Then he started licking my feet and started saying, “Hey master, please make me your fucking slave. I always wanted to be your slave and get fucked by you. I always wanted to suck your 7 inches rod.”He started licking my feet like ice cream. I was shocked for a moment. But then I realized that I always wanted to be a master. This was.