Mei aise hi topa andar bahar karne laga. Mene dar se jayada jor nahi lagaya. 2 min aise hi karta raha.Phir mene apna lund likala or usse uthaya or lun...d ko muh me le ne ko kaha usne jhat se lund muh le liya or mene usse lollipop chusne ko bola. Wo mera lund chusne lagi. Mujhe maza aane laga mei pagal ho gaya tha mano jaise koi jannat mil jayi ho.Wo mera lund chouse ja rahi thi. Mei saatve aasman mei tha phir meine uska sir pakda or apna lund se jor jor se uske muh ko chodna laga. Mei paglo ku. There would be no guilt because she had been deprived of choice. At least that’s what she told herself. The truth of the matter was that Jim had used the Master PC program only to emphasize those aspects of Samantha’s personality already leaning toward submission and to weaken the more resistant part of her mind – the part that said “no way” when she fantasized about being a Gorean slave girl.“Crawl to me. Keep your eyes down.”Samantha crawled until she was at the feet of this mystery man. Jim. After tea and snacks were served, I could see from Sush’s facial smiles towards them that it was progressing fast. She smsed me saying that they want her to come out to the compartment entrance area. I told her to go ahead. She got up and left past me. I got up from my seat pretending to stretch my arms and looked back. The 2 Punjabi guys were following her out.I was checking my watch. She came back a good ten mins later. Sat down and smsed me. They had introduced themselves. Office colleagues. I came home one night, missing my curfew by ten minutes, and the next morning Krista said to my mom and dad, "Did you know that Bobby came home two hours late last night?"But the worst thing that she did, the absolute worst as far as I was concerned, was to spread the rumor that I had a teeny tiny dick. Granted, I wasn't all that well endowed, but from what I saw in the locker room my six and a half inches put me well within the norm. But the damage was done and when I'd ask a girl out I'd get.