Since I was high, I did not feel that much cold. Aditya took the bottle from me, kept it back in the fridge, came back and sat close to me.Again we st...rted talking and after a while, I noticed Aditya looking at my chest sometimes. So when I looked down at my shirt, I realized that the cold water which had fallen on my shirt was making my boobs visible through the shirt. Along with that, the nipples were hard erect.So, as we were talking, there was a moment when Aditya was lost in thoughts and. I was on my back and he already had my top pushed up exposing my tits. he grabbed at them and I yelled "your hurting me."He said "shout up you little whore. Do you want to get caught fucking me? That would prove everything I saw."I looked down and his pants were down. His cock was sticking through the hole in his boxer shorts. I did a double take , it was big and ugly like him, I thought. He pulled my shorts off pushing himself between my legs.Then he started to poke at my pussy with his cock. I've missed you too," she purred.As Deana continued, red streaks began to show over my pink skin. Thistorture was a long time coming. Deana was enjoying the fruits of herlabor and her patience. Enough nonsense about a vanilla life and alive-in slave played in her head as she beat me. This is what shewanted and needed: abject and unquestioned devotion. She wanted to knowthe depth of my devotion to her; that I would even die for her if she sodesired.There was a moment when the pain suddenly. The have-nots wear stiff socks that are hand washed every single night in the sink and dried on the oven doors in the morning, the socks lose their elasticity from the washing and linger around the ankles all stretched out leaving cold bare white legs turning blue and big knees. You can spend your days pulling your socks up to your knees but eventually you just forget about them. The blue plaid jumper does not have any fabric left to hem, except for a thread and it just keeps getting shorter.