Finally I began to slowly push the tip in, him lightly moaning as I did. I slowly pushed the tip in and out, going deeper each time until about half m... cock was inside him. I slowly fucked him like this not going any deeper because I wasn't sure what would hurt him. His moaning became louder and his wet, tight ass took my cock better and better with each passing minute. The pleasure for him from this after a few minutes must have become too great because he finally let out a loud "Ya, Fuck me. . she loves it so much... maybe too much." "Finger your cunt, Dominique." "Ohh. Yes, Sir... Mmmmmm... You are so mean... I'm so wet..." "This girl..." "Y... Yes. This girl is so wet. She can't believe she's acting like this... but she's not acting... she always dreamed of feeling this way... feeling in someone's power... someone good and kind. But also," she blushed, "someone mean and... nasty." She laughed nervously and looked into my eyes. "She feels safe with you, Sir. She trusts you. And.... The house was beautiful, heard some steps. There she came, in a red saree with straigh hairs , lipstick to make me crazy and kajal to made me fell in love with her It started with a hi that day we talked laughed and after an hour of talking her maid left the house , she asked me for lunch and we sat on the table both were happy and talking nicely I was just simply starring at her and she was smiling when she done with her lunch and was about to leave the table I hold her hand pulled her towards. She managed a small staff at a financial group and, while she seemed verygood at her job, I thought I detected a measure of dissatisfaction somewherein her life. Once, I deliberately bumped in to her and got a good look in thoseeyes. She had a smile on her face as I apologized but the eyes were not smiling,I could see something behind them that I just could not put a finger on. Then a possible answer came to me – twenty-nine years old, unmarried,lots of friends but no serious men in her life.