As soon as the door was shut we were kissing passionately while she frantically un-did my jeans and pulled my now throbbing cock from my boxers. As it...sprung free she wrapped her hand around it and began stroking it hard and fast. She stopped kissing me for a second and licked her hand, she returned it to my cock and began stroking as hard as before. I felt amazing as my cock slipped through her fingers and over her palm. It was too much to take, I quickly un-did her jeans and pulled them down. She wanted it to move how it takes as her pain had disappeared. Moving my hands to her abdomen and slipping her saree a bit down with hot navel and shiny oil skin. I was massaging her so well that maybe she didn’t notice her lowered saree or she was acting. The devil under her was was slowly waking up making her hot. I could sense the way she breathed. The hotness of blossoms trying to rip her blouse apart asking for some attention. She was laying down and under the dim evening light and saree. ’ ‘Really?’ ‘Yup. I told him I was leaving. That I’d met someone else and we were in love and I was leaving him.’ ‘How did he take it?’ ‘Do you really want to hear about him?’ ‘Not unless you need to tell me.’ ‘I don’t need to tell you. It’s over now. I’m free. We can spend the rest of our lives together.’ ‘And you’ll never leave me?’ ‘I’ll never leave you.’ ‘You promise?’ ‘I promise.’ Giggling as he checked her fingers, she let him draw her close for a kiss. She was so happy. This moment, this. "Yes, Mistress." Totally, without reservation?" Her voice is still tender, almost maternal. We start up the stairs. "Yes, Mistress." "You will do anything that I command? No matter what it may be?"We are at the top of the stairs now; I hear her push the door all the way open. I wonder where she is leading me. I expect to be led to the left, toward the bedroom. Instead we turn right."Of course, Mistress."Why, I wonder, are we going to the living room? I grow uneasy, wondering if the curtains are.