This I have to see

From my earlier questioning I know that this lovely Indian college student is nowhere near as innocent as I first imagined, but clearly that punishment got to her as much as me, because here she is masturbating in her room.

A decent man would respect the young woman's privacy, but after hearing about her sexual fantasies, I want more than ever to see her nude body writhing on her bed. The urge is so strong that against my better judgement I silently open the door a crack big enough to see the young woman sitting the bed delicately fingering her pink slit. What surprises me is the red sash that is pulled between her small breasts. It can only be the saree that I saw her unpacking earlier; knowing that my new housemate took the time to change into the traditional garment makes perfect sense base on what she told me earlier. Riya's attention is focused on her careful stroking, so for the moment I watch undiscovered. With the door open I can once again hear the softly muttered words of defiance. The accent sounds more like what us Americans expect from immigrants from Southern Asia, not at all like what she learned in her posh private school.

“I'll never submit, you white devil!” Her head tilts back and the pace of her fingers accelerates. “Beat me, chain me, defile me if you must, you will never find pleasure in my lifeless body.” I push the door open even further no longer concerned with being discovered as she is lost in this sexual fantasy of a **** deflowering. “What are you doing? Don't touch me there ... stop ... Shiva take you!” Riya's body contorts in a silent climax, and I watch in wonder as she collapses back on the bed and her jerking slowly subsides. Only after the peak is well passed, does she realize I've been in the room watching her cum. Instead of the shock and anger I deserve, I see her face fill with shame and confusion, and I know I have her.

“Well, that was quite a show.” I shake my head almost sadly, “I guess the Cavalry officer got what he wanted after all.” This at last gets a reaction from her.

“What are you doing here?” Her hands move belatedly to cover her private parts, and if I gave her time to regain her senses, her embarrassment could well turn into that anger I was expecting. Instead, I take a chance. I do my best to sound like an arrogant Englishman, it's likely completely wrong as it is based on RAF officers from old WWII war movies.

“I've come to claim my prize.” Riya's eyes widen but she responds with almost no hesitation in that heavy Indian accent.

“My Lord,” She pulls the saree around to cover her naked figure. “I cannot be your bride; I am promised to another man.”

“Stupid cow,” I laugh cruelly, “No gentleman would ever marry a brown-skinned native like you. But I will spread your legs and show you what a white man can do to an ignorant savage like you.”