Kyunki us ke pehle bhi bahot baar ja chuka tha per aisa mauka nahi mila tha…to mene unse kaha aise lift mangna risky hai..to unhone kaha ki wo actua...ly bus mein jaa rahi thi…per usme baithne ki jagah nahi thi..to bich mein hi utar gayi..aur unka baroda jaana bahot jaruri hai…aur ye bhi kaha wo aise nahi baiththi…ladies nahi hai..per mein unhe sharif laga to wo baith gayi…phir mein slowly chalane laga..taaki unke saath time spend kar saku..wo dikhne bahot fair thi..aur unhone red saree pehni. Restrained, squirming, submissive. To me. My slave. I...I...Saniyya pressed the date into my mouth. Just the touch of it on my tongue sent numbing bliss shooting through me. I moaned, our lips moving together, kissing her as she inched my hand closer and closer to the manacles.That was bad. Right?The lamp's interior was a small room, walls covered in frescoes of mostly men bound by gold manacles to walls, to beds, all with worshipful expressions on their faces. Submissive. They had submitted. He enthusiastically kissed one breast while his free hand massaged the other. After a couple of minutes of this, he began rubbing her clitoris. Her moaning increased in intensity as she wrapped herself around him. Finally she came, wailing with pleasure as she did so.When they had both caught their breath, Mrs. Warren announced that we would be driving on the highway. I was the first to drive. I got on the turnpike headed towards Philadelphia. We stopped in Afton to switch drivers. Since we. He slowly ran his hands up and down a few inches of my naked thighs. Feeling his body against the entire length of mine made me start to ache again and I moved my mouth to his. Our kissing started out soft and then he grew more persistent, pressing harder and thrusting his tongue against mine. I lifted my head and gasped, “I need to feel you inside me”. He groaned in reply and gripped my thighs again. I spread my legs on either side of him and reached down to position his penis at my.