I hooked 'em up, she needed his good italian family values (and $$$$) and he was in a downward spiral from a previous import that he treated like a do...g and she finally ran.... not to return.Seems that attitude is part of his package.Anyway, she's a thick and curvy hottie.... irish and likes a beer, me too. We would meet after work, at first occasionally, next thing ya know it became everyday. Few cocktails, my stories of my disasterous relation with my columbian import, and my reckless abandon. Indoors once more she put the flowers in water, smiling once more, and he kissed her, this time noting with some relief that there was more passion in her side of the bargain… he did not push his luck. It was after the dinnertime snack, when he had washed up, that things took off once more, she took his hand silently, and together they mounted the stairs to the big B&B bedroom, not a word had passed between them till she kissed him , this time a lot more passionately, and began taking off her. Tech 2nd year me tha. Us waqt meri koi bhi girlfriend nai thi halaki ki maine upper upper se kafi maze kr chukka hu apni coaching me aur apne school me magr maine kbhi chudai nai ki thi mujhe bht ichcha thi ki mai chudai karu par lagta tha ki kismet abi mere pe meharban nai hui thi. Mai aksar chudai k bare me sochta rehta tha ki kitna maza ayega krne me aur mai kaise-kaise karunga yahi sb khyal mujhe raat bhar satate rehte the aur mai sirf chupke se apne room mate se chip kr muth maar kr soo. Still, she had a trace of freedom. She knew what she was working towards. She'd vowed to teach Anders a lesson he would never forget, when the time came…and that time would be TONIGHT. Until now, though… she'd embraced her role. Carissa was the willing young slave girl, day in and day out. She pleasured Anders whenever he wished. She woke him up sometimes even sucking his cock. She warmed his bed and cooked for him. Soon, though, all of that would change. Until it did, though, Carissa saw no.