“Would your husband get upset if I left a hickey?”She froze at that comment and made a new noise. I’m not sure what she was trying to say, but I...did back off from leaving any marks. I was still treading on uncertain ground, but the excitement kept building. I backed off and sat on the edge of their magnificent bed, looking at the collection of toys. I recognized several, but a few were new to me. The two silver bulb-shaped things with jeweled ends were things I had seen on the Internet, butt. I went to the terrace and had a look around. Raju switched on the computer and was waiting for the desired site to openup. In the meantime I saw my mother and aunty coming to the terrace with a bucket full of wet clothes. They wanted to put them all in the clothes line so that they will get dried up by morning. I told aunty that she could have told me and I would have brought them instead of her coming all the way up. My mother’s prying eyes looked around in the room and saw Raju busy with the. I could feel the sensitivity in my clitty and little flutters in my tummy just thinking of what it would be like to sit on it; to see if it would even fit into me. I was fantasizing about how deep I could take it into my horny wet cunt. I was wondering what it would feel like to be stretched to that size. I wasn’t sure if it would even fit. I wanted to feel it sliding between my throbbing lips, I wanted to feel it stretch my vagina and glide across my blood engorged clitoris. I wanted to cum on. .Kowsalya: she pulled me, with my collar to her and and spit in my mouth order me drink it. (and I drunk it… We sit down and talk to me again).Kowsalya: alright slave . You asked me what do I know about me, here this I know you are slave and submissive. You love to get slapped by girls… And you love to be nude even public place… But you don’t get chance to do it. Right????Me : yes mistress…Kowsalya:so you porously avoid your undergarments… Never wear it… Even today too….Me: no….(she suddenly.