I don’t want us to be together again but I know I want this. I take your hand and put it on my chest. I show you my heart thrashing out its erratic ...empo through the fabric. You drop your fingertips until they fondle my nipple through the worn fabric. While we're still kissing your inquisitive digits travel on still further and support the weight of my breast, on and on your hot fingers go, tracing the outline of underwire in my cheap lace bra, giving me goosebumps. I can feel my breath getting. ..stretching, cleaning, etc. I was instructed to undress totally and get on the bed...I noticed her nightstand had a box on it with a condom, a tube of lube a clear plug with a ring and the ever present damp wash cloth. Two pillows were stacked next to me and she climbed on, making her nice wide behind rise off the bed. She spread her legs making the flange of the plug very prominent. “Please take the plug out and insert the other somewhat larger one, please,” she ordered. My trembling hand. Holly would become my toy, a plaything to use while at leisure. I used Master PC to set up a program of verbal commands which would allow me to toggle her between her Holly-mode and her Hollyslave-mode. All I would need to do was say the name, "Hollyslave" to her and she would transform.My next decision center around the question of how much knowledge Holly would have of her Hollyslave persona. I thought about this one for quite a few minutes before deciding that Holly would have full. Fir humne sunday ke din programme banaya usne kaha hum surat ke pas valsad jayege aur vaha bitch pe hotel me room book karege aur vahi pe chudai karege maine kaha thik heSunday ko subah 7 am me surat ke railway station pahuch gaya tabhi uska mobile aaya aap kaha he maine uso enquiry ki window pe bulaya vaha pe pahli bar maine use pahli bar dekha uski wife moti thi lekin bahut hi white aur khubsurat thi usne jeans aur skintight t-shirt pahana tha aur vah kya uske bade bade boobs the mera lund to.