Earlier before he into my room I removed my jeans and panties and put on a very short skirt. I can only image the look on his face when I climbed the ...adder and innocently showed him my smooth freshly shaven cunt , I was so excited myself that my cunt was leaking . I reached as high as I could stretching trying to reach the shoe box so I know he could see my cunt because a gasp for breath came for him . I quickly turned around to see him look away pretending not too be aware of my pussy staring. ?I'm no longer insulted.? In fact,I mostly agree.? It's hard to think Iwas ever anything more than his junkie slave. Sometimeshe demands my active participation in the verbal barrage, making it a dialoguebetween us.? He tells me what to say,although I know what he wants to hear already.?Feeling powerless to refuse, I collaborate with creative self-effacingdescriptions to fuel his ego.? Betweenmouthfuls of his penis, I chant my submission to him with words of his ownstyle.? Those were the. Then I started to worry about my collection and my sisters in my domain, but no - they wouldn’t find their own dirty panties collected over the years, I had hidden them in my room very well. The beers hadn’t managed to droop my erection and soon I was coming into a tissue from the table, great gloops of my cum pooling until I teased the last drop out of my knob. I thought it might be too dangerous to cum in her knickers as it wouldn’t dry out by the morning, after all it was gone two o’clock. We met in starbucks koregaon park place in pune. So again there she was in a beautiful sarree , I made fun of her saying starbucks mein saree.. She said why achhi nahi lag rahi I said your looking sexy as hell.. Mann to kar raha hai ghar pe leke jaun.. She laughed and hit me hard on my shoulder. So we were getting more frank and finally told me that as I am a doctor she needs to know abt why shez not getting the kids and what could be the problem. Her husband was not willing to get his reports.