The strange part of the situation was, every time her mind recalled the previous events - her body immediately switched back to a state of instant aro...usal. It was like her brain had made a short shift connection with her excitement. And her pussy seemed to have taken control over her reasoning. It wasn't like she was a prude or a shy girl when it came to sex. In fact many of her previous lovers and partners always referred to her as 'a wild one in the sack'. Then again, this was like nothing. One day she came with a strange request. Her friend, Rita, who was her class mate, who never had sex just wanted to have sex with me, in the presence of Sita. I asked Sita, what do you mean?You will start bringing your friend one by one and ask me to fuck them. No, not possible. Tell her to find somebody else. Sita became apologetic and told me that she used to boast to her friend each time she had sex with me and her friend very anxious and eager wanted her first sex experience with a kind and. "You might say that it's obvious as hell." Without a warning, she reached over and touched the bulge in his trousers. "Like so." The contact created the same result in his loins as a match struck in a gasoline-vapoured chamber. She left her hand, not teasing him, not caressing... merely resting her fingers on the throbbing cloth lump created by his desire. Sally's eyes were locked on his face; the intensity of her glance was something he could feel. She seemed to be asking silent questions --. Do you understand?’ I did and promptly removed all my clothes. ‘Become accustomed to nakedness, take pride in showing your body to someone who appreciates it.’ Other items from that top drawer were shown to me. Some, she explained, were for the infliction of what she called erotic pain. ‘Some women like to feel the sting of a cane or the caress of this leather whip. They may expect you to. You will learn at my hands how these things may bring some discomfort but, used correctly, can also bring.