“I didn’t hear a “Master” or even a “Sir” in there, slut!”“I’m yours Sir! All of me is yours, Master!”Just a couple of minutes ear...lier, as we were being shown to our usual table, Amy and I had agreed that we needed to put on a united front.I knew that Amy didn’t much care what happened to Becky, but she did care very much about Lisa, and most of all, she cared very deeply for her Master.The only course of action looked to be keeping Lisa on the edge of orgasm, which should be fairly easy to do. I folded that one as well and put it with thegreen one. The next one I picked out stunned me. It was the gown from mysister's sixteenth birthday party. It was silk, floor-length, with thinstraps and a low neckline. It was a nice, warm pink colour. I laid thedress on the bed without folding it. I then got a strange feelinginside, and I tried to shake it off. I felt that I had to have thatdress. I looked over at the mirror, trying to picture my self in thedress. My almost-black hair had grown to. Maine apne resume aur certificate wali file uske hath mein dedi.1 minute kuch pages padhne ke baad boli: Hmm, Akash, to isse pehle kahi job ki hai?Main: Nahi, bas isi saal pass out hua hoon.Woh: Hmmm tab to bilkul bhi experience nahi hoga kaam ka.Main: Experience aaj to nahi hai madam par han kafi jaldi sikhta hoon. To aap chinta na kare. Jo bhi kaam hoga bade hi acche se karunga.Woh: Hmm, jo bhi?Main: Han jo bhi kaam hua sab karunga.Woh: Ha ha ha! Job pane ke liye kuch bhi bologe.Main: Nahi. It was more like his tongue was injecting pure testosterone into my willing mouth. Kissing like this was raw, intense, primal, powerful ... dirty. Decadent. Above all: manly. So different from kissing a woman. I might have wanted Monica desperately moments ago, but now I wanted Jim.Jim broke the kiss and said, "Let's go finish this inside before Security catches us."When we got to his room, he started kissing me again, then lifted my toga over my head. He dropped to my knees and took me in.