These were very casual affairs, certainly more friendly than romantic, but still. She waited for him to slam the door behind him. Indian porn Please, Sir, make…”
She stopped, hesitated and then said, softly but very deliberately, “Please fuck me, Sir.” Then she dropped to her knees once more, upright and with her hands locked behind her back as before, her eyes never leaving his for an instant. “Yeah, you’re right, sorry.”
Diana stood again as he heaved himself out of the chair. “Oh yes,” James said, “It’s a horny little slave, isn’t it?”
“Y-yes, Sir, I’m a…a horny little slave, Sir,” she quavered. What should she say, what could she say? Diana was momentarily grateful that she had splurged on some new underwear; it wasn’t anything fancy but at least the bra and panties matched and were pink and just a little bit girly. Eventually she even plucked up the courage to ask a stylish woman friend to help her shop for some new, more flattering clothing and teach her a little bit about make-up. Thank god the lighting was so dim.
