This story begins from the time when Anushka Sharma was a small time model and was working in a private bank to make the ends meet for fixed income. Life was

going nowhere and Mumbai being an expensive place, she was finding it difficult to continue like that. It was then that she decided to siphone off some moey

from some accounts which were lying inactive since last few years. Ranco James had waited patiently for this day. He had confronted Anushka almost two months

earlier with the info he collected on her forgery scheme and, when he revealed the evidence to her, she crumbled quickly. Little by little he had taken more and

more control. His job at the bank gave him more than enough to live on, and the recent additional windfall of cash, allowed him to put his plan into motion. First,

he had insisted she continue college as well as quit her job. She had no family to interfere, and friends were minimal. He had moved her into his home and had

given her money. His entire plan hinged on her becoming dependent on him and making her servitude seem much better than her alternative of jail. Ranco had

spent a lot of time over the last few months covering his tracks at the bank and making sure that all her transactions were wiped from the record. He wanted to

enjoy Anushka without looking over his shoulder and now he was confident that he would not be a suspect should anyone ever find Penny’s forgeries. Now he

intended to claim all her charms and enjoy her to the fullest. When he arrived home she was in the kitchen cooking. Anushka had willingly followed his orders

the last few months, as it had been easier to please him than her boss at her old job. All she had to do was keep the house neat and cook every evening. The only

other stipulation was to keep her grades at the 3.65 she had struggled to maintain throughout her five long years of college. Tonight, Ranco was about to

increase her responsibilities. “Anushka, yha aa,” he called out as he moved into
the living room. She bounded around the corner and smiled as he came into view,

“Hello Sir, dinner will be on the table in five minutes.” He was pleased that she was still following the rules. “Come with me first,” he said as he walked toward

the spacious den. The house was enormous and elegantly decorated with an occasional hint of a female’s presence, probably his ex-wife. Rancol turned and

watched Anushka’s delicate frame draw nearer before stopping her in the middle of the room. “Take off your clothes for me Anushka,” he said as he sat heavily

into an overstuffed chair. Anushka stood motionless for a moment not sure if she had heard correctly. “Wha…what sir?” she stammered. “I said take off your

clothes. Kaprey uttar. Put them on the coffee table when you are finished.” He sounded very matter of factly and his demeanor puzzled Anushka. He had never

touched her but she had known this day would come eventually. She stood rather defeated and began to slowly unbutton her blouse. It took a while to get to the

last button but she finally did and pulled the material away revealing her bra covered breasts and flat stomach. “Don’t stop,” he prodded causing her to jump

back to reality. She tugged at the fastener on her skirt and it fell away uncovering her well-proportioned thighs. Ranco sat forward in anticipation as she

reached behind her and began to unclasp her bra. Letting the straps slide from
her shoulders she held the cups briefly before letting the material fall onto the

rapidly growing pile of clothing. Finally Anushka hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thin panties and slid them down her legs. Completely naked she

stood before him trying to cover her breasts and pussy the best she could. Ranco appraised Anushka as she stood in front of him with one arm across her ample

breasts and the other covering her pussy. She was young and beautiful with a nice proportioned body. He particularly liked the fact that she was embarrassed

to be naked in front of him. “Go finish dinner,” he waved her off and picked up the

TV remote. Standing nude in front of him, Anushka felt shame wash over her body. She also felt a little hurt, in an odd way, because he had not forced himself

on her. She was glad that he hadn’t tried any more though, and grabbed at her clothes so she could continue with dinner. “Leave them,” he said suddenly, “you

won’t be needing clothes around here anymore.” Anushka blushed brightly and released the handful of skirt before straightening up and scurrying out of the

room. Ranco pretended to ignore her but watched her ass intently as is it swayed seductively back toward the kitchen.