People who will spoil you and indulge you. But you have to know your place. You are a slave girl and you will wear the collar and leash.”Sara stared...at Estelle. Animosity, hostility. Everything she had heard made sense but she didn’t like hearing her place was as a slave girl, even in playacting. But what the fuck, she was already excited, the panties were already damp. The thought of flying around the country and meeting rich people. Yes she could cope.“Estelle I am sorry. I accept what you. It seemed something of a luxury but it made it easier for Penny to call me, and I could call her by arrangement at her local telephone box.She graduated with a upper second class degree, a 2:1. I was not invited to the degree ceremony, nor to the meal with Penny’s parents, her brother and his family. I was not surprised, and made no comment. Penny looked embarrassed, and seemed on the edge of apologising and explaining, but perhaps did not have the courage to bring up the subject.I took her for. “ Now please visit our fucking rooms. So come along us”, One of them said. I started walking with them. In this course my Lehenga was getting a kick from my toes and thus becoming wide to show my private assets very well. I was feeling humiliation and high mental inconvenience in this sexy dress because I never thought to wear such dress even in dreams and now it was a truth. We reached to a special portion of the building where many rooms were made in six rows having a narrow passage between. I broke our embrace, spinning my legs off the side of the couch so that I could pull Seyla’s thick socks and pajama pants off of her. These were deposited in the same approximate place as all of our other clothes, somewhere across the room. I looked up and down the glory that was Seyla’s naked body and quickly marveled, yet again, that it was mine. I knew that the same thought flowed through Seyla’s head when she looked at my naked body as well. I moved so that I was then sitting near her feet.