Aman mera classmate hai aur mere hi sath ek kiraye ke kamare me rahta THA. Usaki ek girlfriend thi jo hamare hi class me hai. uska naam Nancy hai. Bah...ut hi sundar maal hai. Badi badi chuchiya, charhara badan, tikhe nayan naksh. Sabkuchh tha uske ander. Vo bhi apne friend ke ghar me rahti thi as a paying guest. Hamare kiraye ke Ghar ke taale ki ekk ekk chabhi hm teeno ke pas thi. Nancy aksar Aman se milane aati aur chhud karr jati.Kuchh dino se Aman pareshan dikhane laga tha. Puchhane pr btaya. "I liked it." Liked what," I said, a little upset with him myself."Everything. I liked Joy. The way she was, though. I liked her as a slave. I know... It's wrong. But... Fuck. I don't know. I guess I like the way his dad lives. Everyone is happy, and no one has any worries. It's so peaceful and stuff." Joey?" I said."Yeah?" So, would you like to be a slave?" No, I'm not saying that... " Why? Are you saying other people are better off as slaves, but in your case it's different?" Uhm, well... No,. The dark pink of her aureoles caught the light as her nipples stiffened and protruded against the translucent fabric of her green nightie, trying to reach out and kiss the crisp morning air. Her flat creamy belly quivered as she took each breath in and out, a dip forming allowing one to imagine a droplet of water rolling down between her ribs, over her belly, only to land into her navel. Long limbs pull and tighten as she points her toes outward. The soft curves of her thighs and calves glow. She was tall, around five foot nine with white-blonde hair and dark painted eyes. Her hair was finely styled and flowed in waves to her shoulders and was evenly brushed to a high sheen. Her lips were dark ruby red and moist. And I could smell her expensive perfume already. Standing up, she stood beside her car, watching me carefully. Then she called out. "Do you need help?" I squinted at the woman in the dark, the only light that of my headlights and the red taillights from her car. "Well, do.