For the bedchamber was where she’d controlled and no matter the temperature of the water or the strength of the soap, shame’s seldom washed away. ...ednesday evenings Bess slowly, deliberately stripped. First gown, then stockings, finally lace bra and panties. Leading him by the hand she’d enter her marbled tiled bathroom, jasmine scented candles and soft music setting the mood. He’d never say a word while removing his thousand-dollar suit, only mumble some unnoticed words between perverted. She now saw how the nipped in waist magnified the size of the new tits. Two male hands could easily circumvent its tiny girth. It flared out into wide and fleshy hips. They hugged a baby bare mound and cunt that lay puffed and swollen in the valley of her perfect thighs.New clouds appeared and vanished.At each clearing the once lanky teenage frame had filled out more. By now incredible balloons stood proud on a slim chest. They shook with incessant orgasms. A glorious ass balanced the tits. Her. I am from Rourkela but was studying in Delhi University. The horny devil inside me once teased to have wild sex experiences and I thought to list some ads on Locanto, Adpost and other classified service.I got a fake number and started the deed. I enlisted myself as a young masseur with great stamina and experience in providing erotic massage and satisfying urge of horny milfs. Three days went and no calls and message arrived and I thought that is just bullshit so I finally gave up. Still I kept. She hated what she was hearing and how the man touched her like she was a piece of meat. She wanted nothing more than to stab the Little Roman in the eye with a batarang. He chuckled at her response and her glare. He loved it, the sight of her struggling, screaming at him with the red ball-gag in her mouth as her drool dripped down her chin and onto her costume clad tits. “Don’t worry bitch, you’ll get your just punishment soon enough. I’ll break you into telling me everything about yourself.