My our jyada pareshaan hogaya our mujhe nahi patata ki uske dimag me kya chalraha hai lekin mere dimag kuch our he chalne laga our my kehediya ki me= ...an myne to abhitak nahi dekha shayad ab deksakta hun tu accept kiya to o mujhe gussese ghurne lagi myne kahaki tumhi ne to mujhe uksaaya tha to tum kyun ghuss ho rahi ho to usne kaha ki theeke ab bhul ja sabkuch our study kar my ok kaha our study karne laga lekin mere man kuch our he padne ki ichha me thi lekin kya karun samaj me nahi arahata ek. " No of course not, nor would I want to, but at work, right now, you feel the pendant, you wear it because I put it there, I locked the chain about your waist." My girl smiled at my words, one hand reaching down beneath the table no doubt to touch the pendant. "There is a difference between having power and using it. The difference is love, caring, wanting you to grow and be happy, protected, loved. But most of all it is trust, trust borne of love."Her hand lifted, reaching out now with both. She is clearly the key for Marg to accept this relationship fully. She speaks to the back of Sonja’s head, “Touch your daughter, feel her, stroke her as you kiss. Kiss her neck, whisper to her. She’s your lover, you know what to do.”Both women groan at the instructions and the actions given them.“Roll onto your back Marg. Follow her Sonja but don’t roll on top her. Good, now you have access to her body. Touch both breasts, finger and squeeze each nipple, stroke down her side to her hip, rotate. ‘Are you sucking on my nipples?’ she asked. ‘My mouth is on your left breast, honey. Your tit tastes so good in my mouth. I want to suck the whole thing into my mouth,’ Christian agreed. Elise felt her stomach muscles tighten in a bit as her desire built up, pushing her need to vocalize more, taking it further. ‘Show me your cock. Let me see how hard you are, how much you want me,’ she instructed. Christian pulled his pants down past his throbbing penis, and once free of the waistband, it.