Or bhabhi mere pas aa kar rahul aap so gaye kya to mai bola nahi bhabhi to boli rahul ek bat bolna thi mai bola haa bolo bhabhi to boli muje nind nahi...aa rahi hai or hall mai tv hai to aap bed par so jao ander jaa kar yaa fir mere sth tv deko to mai bola bhabhi thik hai mai tv he dekta hu aap sth to boli chlo utho fir sofe par bête hai to mai ne t shirt hat mai liya or thoda uth kar pehn liya kyoki yar bhabhi k samne ese kese jaa sakta tha wese bhala ho chadar ka jo mai ne apne upper dal reki. Her skirt is very tight and just watching her walk is a joy. She is wearing high heel boots and is still shorter than me. The slaver has a gun belt holding a holster with a pistol. She also is holding a riding crop in her leather gloved hands. I cannot recognize the scent of her perfume, but it is most pleasant. Mom introduces me to the slaver. The two of them walk around me as mom describes my feature. I am described as a healthy young male trained to be obedient and to blindly please all. ”Feeling a little distracted by having Suzie standing so close to him, Sean looked around and noticed a plastic beach ball floating on the water. He commanded it to come to him. The ball slid across the surface of the water. He grabbed it and asked, “What do you say to a little beach ball action?”Suzie looked at the ball with a puzzled expression on her face and said, “That was weird how the ball just came to you like that.”“Just a strange gust of wind or something,” Sean said. He backed away. The show continues more quickly now. I don’t offer you the chance to choose hands, I just disappear into the closet and emerge wearing something new to tantalize you. A colorful parade of lace and silk. Panties, thongs, hi-cut, lo-cut, satin, sheer. I shimmy and flounce and pose provocatively. Your cock strains to be released from your boxers.Soon the drawer is empty and I disappear into the closet one last time. I come out wearing a baby blue thong. It’s tiny and sheer. You can see my shaved.