I decided to take on the role of an owned slut since he was hosting and I hoped he would fill the role of my pimp or owner. I was eagerly anticipating...being involved in this scenario!The day finally arrived and I could not wait for my wife to leave for work!! I jumped in the shower, shaved myself smooth in all the appropriate places. Prepared myself for the ‘best case scenario’ by using a dildo on myself to help relax my boi-pussy. Out of the shower I slid into a pair of black sheer-to-waist. He left at 8 am leaving me alone. Since I was on the upper floor, I heard some sounds of furniture being pushed around downstairs. I thought, it must be Kishan’s wife. After taking a bath, I went downstairs to meet Kishan’s wife, who, I thought, would be my first friend in Delhi. As I knocked at teh door, it opened after a small pause. A real angel opened the door. It was a woman, very beautiful, small but very sexy. She had large brown eyes, a round fairy face, white small frame, thick pouting. Let’s go to your room. We both know what we’re after. Are you going to make me say it? I want your cock, baby. Give it to me. Please. Here, I can get on my knees and take off your pants for you, but I get to kiss you first. Oops, how silly of me. When I said ‘kiss you,’ I meant, ‘shove you against a wall and make out with you while you grab my hips.’ Not that you’re complaining, are you? I bet you love my hips. Other students stare at me when I walk down the hallways. They love my hips so much,. We start talking. We were catching up after a long time. Till then, I didn’t have any bad intentions for her. Our booze and food arrive. We start drinking, and the alcohol kicks in and begins its magic.Suddenly I developed a lust for SMS. I start seeing her in a different view. She was not the friend I thought she was. I had started thinking with my small head. That moment I badly wanted her in bed. But somehow, I controlled my urge to bang her.Let’s digress a little bit from the main topic..