After I was orphaned at the age of 5, my uncle Brijesh took me under his wing. Having no daughter, he treated me as his own. The schools in my village...are terrible. You can’t learn anything there, and yet I am well-read and educated thanks to my uncle.Further, as an additional perk, Brij mama (uncle), that’s what I call him, is a pervert. So he had no problems with me turning into a slut or pursuing my goal in the film industry that is sexually corrupt to its core. Actually, the openness in the. Before he could strike me, I took the tip of his head into my mouth. It tasted salty...and...good? I couldn't believe myself. Here I was, on my knees in my dorm shower, being forced to suck a mans cock and I thought it tasted good! My cock, which had gone limp with fear, was beginning to rise again...The guy must have noticed, because he almost whispered "Heh... look at you, little girly boy...you like sucking cock, don't you? You're a slutty little bitch, aren't you?"And I had to admit... I. "Don't worry, I'm notgoing to touch you," added Mr. Walker as if reading his mind.Frank still made no answer, so Mr. Walker stood up, saying, "Waithere." He was gone a few minutes, during which Frank just sat there.Finally Mr. Walker came back, carrying a bundle of black fabric. Heunfurled it, revealing what was undeniably a French maid costume."This was my ex-wife's, she looked damn sexy in it," said Mr. Walker."I'm offering you $500 cash just to wear it for me, Frank." He pulledthe cash out. Her heart was racing. Her breathing ragged. She could feel a trickle of perspiration running from her face down her neck and between her sexy breasts. Then, she heard footsteps. He stopped in front of her. She could see nothing but could feel his presence in front of her. And then he spoke, “You have done well so far. Are you willing to go farther?” “Yes,” she whispered. “Very well slut. Do you remember your safe word? “Yes.” “Hold your hands out in front of you and put your hands.