He complained to me about the erasure of some important files on his laptop. Those files included all pictures taken by him during his training. Now i...t was impossible for him to make his project without them.Pradeep will never know that it was me who erased his files. I calmed him down. I said to him, “Bro, don’t worry. I will give you half of my pics”. He was surprised to hear this. I continued, “But in return, I want something”. Pradeep happily, said, “Thank you, bro. I knew that you will. Now, I can't let your carelessness go without a penalty. I can't have things like that happening on a regular basis." "No, Sir," I whispered. "It won't happen again. How can I make up for it?" "I think you're a good girl, Karen. A good girl who simply made a mistake. So you can be a good girl now, and get down on your knees." I looked at him, confused, but sank to my knees as he'd indicated. "That's right, a good girl always looks her Master in the eyes when she's about to take his cock in her. It wasn’t until I entered college that I actually sat down and watched television, something frowned on by my parents because they thought that this medium would be too distracting for me. In this they were right, and my first semester at college was spent catching up on what I had missed earlier in life. It was this interest in television that led me to begin moonlighting as an author. My first literary endeavors were in the college newspaper where, using a variety of pseudonyms to avoid any. He placed his dick at entrance of pussy and started teasing me. I couldn’t able to wait anymore and asked him to insert it. By looking into my eyes he asked me whether I like slow or rough sex. I wasn’t listening to him and said rough. With a single go, he inserted his dick into my pussy. I shouted a lot felt like I am going to die. In missionary position, He rammed his dick into me and fucked me so fast.He is not even giving me any time to take air. I was feeling both pain and horny at the.