She said no.I asked her to meet me in my room so we can talk more privately, on one weekend she came to my room, WOW, there she is, and she is wearing... blue saree. We started to chat on various matters, but on seeing her curves in her saree because she was wearing a thin sari and a very short blouse that does not protect to cover her large white boobs and her sari exhibiting all the shape of round dome like butt, I was aroused and not showing any interest in chatting, she noticed it but kept on. My ass cheeks felt like they were on fire from the paddling . And I felt like someone had stuck a telephone up my ass. We staggered our way back to my home having already planned on crashing there anyways. As we wandered into the trailer park we noticed a couple familiar cars drive out.“ Shit, the gangbang…”, Faith sighed out.We were supposed to meet the football boys at 6 for our monthly party, but we obviously couldn’t make it due to our punishment at the hands of the Nazi Bitch. They. Slap on the right back cheek. “Fuck, who’s that?”, Ian asks. Aria’s reply is without answering him: “Oh no, two more”. Her moves become faster, Ian’s breath too. Slap, slap. He has got the two remaining hits. Not a single sound, only Ian’s fast and heavy breathing. “Good boy”, says Aria and fastens her moves more and more. Ian finds a perfect rhythm and Aria starts moaning too. Their moves become faster and faster. Sweat is running over their backs. I spit on Ian’s anus and on my right. We see each other every night over the next week, discussing our longings and fantasies. Both of us are intellectuals who get off on the mind play of the D/s relationship. He understands my anticipation, fear, and vulnerability. I understand his power, control, and protection. I want to give him the deepest access to my mind and body. He is ready to take it.Over time, he earns my trust and our relationship transforms into Master and submissive. He fulfills my desires and pushes my limits..