She sat on the same sofa but was reclining against the arm and was relaxed.“So where all have you been sir?”“Ahemadabad, Udaipur, Jaipur, Delhi ...and Calcutta. This is my last stop” “Any problems you have staying in my flat?”“Nah no problems as I said, we are very happy here” By now, her skirt had ridden up her knees and her panty was exposed, I getting a clear view of her firm swollen crotch. I shifted my gaze immediately. She noticed this, shifted herself and sat next to me. Brazenly, she. Had it really only been a day since my life had changed so dramatically? Since I’d been sitting minding my own business in a chatroom, trying to kill time on a boring, rainy Sunday afternoon? When she had butted into my half-hearted conversation, intoxicated me with her words, captured my mind and then barely an hour later, my body.I had slept fitfully that night, my skin still tingling from our interaction. Every cell thrumming with excitement, I relived each magical moment, fingers buried. The rules are simple. I am to be quiet unless you have asked me a question. If I make noise you will issue one lash of a riding crop. I'm only to answer to you. And I'm not allowed to come without your permission. You tell me that you and your friends are going to play with me and I have to guess who it is at the moment. So you lightly stroke me for a few moments and you don't ask me who it is yet. But I know it's you because the way you work my clit. Then I moan and you swat me with the crop.. All around me, memorable human beings were leaving their footprints on the pages of history and I was the joker in the pack unable to fit into any winning hand unless the rules were changed to allow my consideration. It made me feel less than human and more like some visitor from an alien planet using my own species for my pleasure and too dangerous for meaningful actions.I was unable to share my fears with any of my followers or the females that shared my bed because it would taint their.