“Well yes, that bit was hot, but I was more thinking about what we discussed afterwards. Just wondering how serious you were?” She started to blus... and became nervous. “Nothing to be afraid of my dear, we opened up our inner secrets to each other and were honest with our feelings and wishes and I just want to know if what you said is still how you feel today?”“Well, ..., yes if I am honest, the idea of becoming your slave, not just your sex slave but your servant, your property, just the way. The documentsyou need are being faxed over as we speak."The monsenior set the video recorder to record the remainder of theservice and then saw his house keeper had already packed his bag andthere was a car waiting for him at the front door. He tore off thedocuments from the fax machine and looked at them. He gave a whistle.The driver wasted no time in taking him to the airport There he boardeda flight to Newcastle Airport. The Monsenior found himself sat near theemergancy exit and by him was. Mene aunty se kaha to aunty ne sorry boli aur kaha thik hai tum mujhe uthao me utarti hu….Me un ko jab uthaya to us ki gaand mere muh ke saamne aa gayi aur me apne muh ko un ki gaand par touch karne laga…Aunty mere lund ko apne legs par mehsoos kar rahi thi aur me unki gaand me apna muh daalne laga aur un ki gaand me apni jaban upar se hi daalne laga…Pata nhi mjhe us waqt kis cheej ka nasha chad gaya thaa…Mujhe ye baat ki herat ho rahi thi ke aunty mjhe kuch nhi bol rahi hai to meri himmat aur. Willow was standing by the bed, but a black, plastic, cock hanging from a leather thong had now enhanced her previous nakedness.Dawn nodded, "I think so. I can try..." Okay," said Willow and lay down on the bed. "Dawnie slide your ass down on this. It'll hurt for a bit," she warned.Dawn did as she was asked. Willow and Tara helped to guide her so that she was sitting with her asshole just above the plastic phallus. She lowered herself down onto it, Tara helping with a push and Willow with a.