"I'm so happy I can't tell you. I so much wanted to hear that. Does that mean that I'm your girl now? I mean like, your girlfriend."I rolled it around... in my mind. "Yeah, I guess it does."Fuck! My girlfriend....There was a knocking at the door, "Pat, you there?"Jonesy! Bloody hell, "What's up? Better be good." I knew it would be, he'd never have let anyone disturb us otherwise."Sorry guys but we've gone to standby. Some bad shit."In minutes, we had dressed. Bed stripped. Bottles and glasses in. She started crying and looked at me helplessly, what I can do, I was also helpless.That day I came to know about one of my qualities that I want to see my girlfriend being fucked by other guys. While she was looking in my eyes with hope so that I can save her, I was busy looking at her boobs and the two guys who were pressing her boobs and were trying to unbutton her jeans. The third guy noticed this and was smiling at me.The third guy told me ‘bhai tu jara idhar aana tere se baat karni hai’.. I tried to listen for any moans or changes in his breathing that would signal an orgasm, but I heard (or didn't want to hear) any tell-tale signs. His hands were all over me, a few times reaching around to pinch my tits really hard when he sped-up his pounding, but then letting-up as he slowed down. I didn't really want him to stop but was prepared to tell him "no mas" at the first sign he was going to cum in me.While all this was happening my mind was racing. I felt that I was experiencing all. Mom has never been clear on what I do for a living, and since she’s a bit of a cult-hopper, now she’s born-again, so I just tell her I’m a counselor of sorts. But what I really do is, I’m a professional submissive! Well, I used to be. I’m in a slightly different business now. But let me tell you about being a submissive for money.Recently I flew to Scottsdale, Arizona and spent a week with Gilpin, who is old and rich and has a hankering for a naughty daughter to raise! I still look young,.