He could hear daddy’s voice in his mind calling him, his good little bitch and his whore. No one had ever dared to call him that but hearing it from...his sugar daddy was a pride.“Move your fist, you mother fucker. You are not fucking your fist, it is your daddy’s ass you are fuckin. Ooouuhh! Fuck me harder faggot boy. You are my man”. Daddy had started gasping a little. “Don’t you dare cum already boy? Stop everything, stop. Get the leather strap and put it around your balls. Tie your balls. Now on to the nearest Starbucks!’ he said pointing down the street. I laughed and started walking. ‘Yes she finally cracks a smile at me!’ he teased. ‘Oh ha ha. Like I told you earlier just be thankful I haven’t tried to murder you yet.’ I laugh as we dodge the early morning joggers. ‘I told you I was sorry for waking you up.’ ‘I’m kidding jeez calm down.’ I laugh again at the look on his face. We walked into the busy Starbucks and weaved our way through people waiting on their drinks up. Let me tell u something about myself. I am at present 27years n am working in automobile engineer. I am staying in one of the most b’ful cities Chandigarh in a very posh locality as we have our own house there. Since it is a big house n we r only three members living there. Our house is divided into 2 parts. We decided to rent one part to working girls as they have more decent living. The rooms that we rented had a common passage from my room also as one room was attached with a common bath. Sakina, called me and told me that I had to improve my marks in English and I can come to her home for tuition. I was always fascinated by her, she was fair good-looking, with big boobs, she would always wear a sari and her navel would be visible, she had a nice voluptuous ass that kind of swayed when she walked, but since she was very strict in the class I never liked her. So when she asked me to come over for extra classes I was scared to say no.I started going to her place on Saturdays and.