My dad won’t mind.”Julie and I took our small banquet of unhealthy slumber party food into the living room, stripped down to our panties and t-shi...rts, and made ourselves comfortable on the couch. She started the movie, a Chick Flick whose name I can’t remember, and we settled in under comfy blankets to watch.I don’t know how long I was asleep, but when I began to come to my senses I heard whispering coming from beside me on the couch.“Should we be doing this?” a male voice whispered in the dim. She put on the panties and shirt with 1st two buttons unbuttoned ,hair clipped like bun,with water droplets here and there on the whole body .She slowly came near me, sat on the arm rest started fondling my hairs along watching movie .The clip playing was one of my favourite .I immediately put my hands around her and pressed her belly thereby making her slip and fall onto my lap .our eyes met,slowly making ways to our lips .This time i was so lusty that i began chewing her lips and inserted my. “I don’t quite understand,” I type slowly. “Why?”“Because I said so!” he snaps. “Besides, good girls get rewards.” Now I am VERY interested. What did he mean by rewards? Could he help me with my writing? Or making food? Or… other things?I reluctantly say “Ok… sir…” I want to appease him. “Good girl. Always call me ‘Sir’. So you want to know what I make girls do?”“Yes!” I’m riveted.“Yes what?”“Uhh, yes sir?”“Good girl. I cuff their hands behind their backs and make them kneel to. I only left for my 2 hours class after the lunch. Weekends were fun with Nitin and his girlfriend Roma. (I will tell you guys about Roma also in the next upcoming stories.)Until the day she asked me, “Sir aapke computer mein picture hai?”(She was fond of Bollywood movies and I had some new movies on my laptop)To which I replied, “Haan hai.”She – “Kaun kaun si hai?”Me- “Hindi ya English?”She – “Humko kaun si english aati hai. Hindi wali.”Me – “New movies hai bas.”She – “Dikhao na koi acchi.