The old familiar tingle reminded her of her University days when she was quick to bend over or get on her knees at the slightest suggestion just like ... well-trained hound to the sound of a bugle. Her nickname on campus was "The Beaver" because she was so eager to do a good job.The second box was filled with some equipment that was termed "bonus items" and John explained it was just ordinary "cleansing" gear to remove the sludge from her metabolic system and get her on the fast track to. She worked my panties down a few inches completing my submission.After securing me in place, she left again to the bathroom and was gone for several minutes. The full sized mirror that served as her headboard afforded me a good view of my situation. I had to admit, I looked pretty hot. Being naturally not hairy, my ass looked pretty good in the air.Mistress entered the bedroom wearing a strap on. I felt a twitch in the end of my cock and a precum spasm in my balls. "Oh my god," was all I could. I jumped in the shower to relax a bit. Even with the shower running I could hear and feel the bass pounding from the loud rap music that was playing downstairs. I thought I should wear a little more than my usual nightgown-and-nothing-else evening attire, so I added a white cotton tank top and full-cut granny-panties I keep in my drawer for some reason underneath. I slipped on my slippers and headed to the kitchen to grab a snack and get ready to plop in front of the TV.Thoughts of five teen. Madhan’s dick was in my mind, and I remembered moments with him, especially ass fuck. He fucked me for a long time. His stamina is so far better than Mukesh.Madhan’s pussy licking was amazing. He kissed, licked, and sucked my pussy at a consistent pace. I was mesmerized with him and thinking about him. Last night Mukesh did not satisfy me, and I started to compare Mukesh and Madhan. Mukesh’s dick is smaller than Madhan’s. With regards to stamina, Mukesh was not standing near to Madhan. Madhan.