"I missed you," she said. Her eyes raked over me.I knew what I looked like: a sheen of sweat on my face from the heat of the club; my blond hair damp ...ith stray strands dangling to my shoulders; my nipples hard bumps under my thin black dress. Lia licked her lips."I missed you, too," I said. It was true. I'd gotten over it, gotten past it, whatever, but I missed her."Wanna try again?" She pushed off the wall and stepped over to me. Her face was flushed and with a dress shorter and thinner than. Now I knew what to do and worked my way in until I bumped her clit with my pubic bone.That contact produced a scream of pleasure. "OH, BILL, THAT FEELS SO GOOD! KEEP IT UP! FUCK ME HARDER! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" The latter words were chanted like a mantra until Anfon came in a combination of muscle jerks and contractions that set me off. Oh, God, did that feel good! I could safely say that, in my experience, a blow job from an expert was great, but being fucked by an expert was even. The moment I told Madhan about the joining date, he asked for the meet. I agreed instantly.I reached Bangalore on Wednesday and planned to meet Madhan on Saturday the same week. He had booked a five-star hotel which was around 10 Km from my hostel.Let me describe myself. I am milky white fair-skinned, and around 5.2’ in height. I wore Madhan’s recommended, netted dark red saree with a matching red colored sleeveless and bareback blouse. My body stats are 34c-28-32.I applied matching red. I woke to darkness, dazed for a minute I ran through the events that had just occurred. My heart jumped when I remembered those words, I am owned by this man. My girlfriend sold me. I was still gagged, which was becoming a real discomfort. I got up and went to the kitchen, my owner was there eating a microwave dinner. My stomach rumbled. “Hungry boy?” He asked. I nodded. “I’ve got something you can eat!” He stood up, he was naked, 12 inches of big black cock swung like a pendulum between his.