You pull out the only chair for her as she sits. You take the bed and I sit in the window, of course.After what feels like an hour of time passes you ...ntroduce us. She and I shake hands. We are both uncomfortable but this is for you and we know how much you want it. We make small talk about the ride up here. It isn't until you unfold your arms that I notice you have the riding crop. Shit! I think to myself, as I remember why that is in your possession. She will see my humiliation. And I look to. I reached for my purse and pulled out a piece of paper. I asked, confident I was right, When you were chatting with me the other day you said you couldnt stop thinking of a certain student. It was me, wasnt it? Yes, Miss Morgan answered, not making eye contact with me. And, I began before pausing for dramatic effect, you said and I quote you I want to take you home and use you as my personal sex slave. Oh my God, she blurted, looking up, Did I really say that? I handed her the transcript of our. “Itne bade!”“Lo. Inhe chooso. Meri chuchiyan chooso.”Mai 15 minute tak uske bade mome choosta gaya.“Poonam, tum aah aah kyu kar rahi ho?”“Karan choochiyan chooswane mai bahoot mazza aata hai. Maine ek baar hi chooswayi hai. Accha tum mujhe…aah….yeh batao ki kya tum ne kisi ladki ko kabhi choda hai?”“Nahi.”“Maine bhi bass mome hi chooswaye hai.”Abb usne apni salwar niche karni shooroo kar di. Usne niche neele rand ki tight kacchi pehni thi jis par ek daag tha.“Abb tum apna lun nikalo.”Jab maine. Her heart was hammering as he silently appraised her, the light above casting sharp shadows down her lush body. Here she didn't care about her few excess pounds – or her pale skin tone – or that her large DD breasts sagged under their own weight. And clearly neither did he. His hand moved again, instructing her to circle. She obeyed without hesitation allowing him to inspect her. He left the chair silently, the cigarette discarded, and surprised her with a hand on her shoulder, stopping her.