There really isn't anything inherently special about me or the life I have lived. I came from an average family, I studied philosophy at my local comm...nity college and I now work as a waitress at a local bar. I make just enough to make modest living and though I have always desired more in life, I have rarely been presented with a chance to do more with my life. Until one day when it came.It seemed like a normal package. It was just a cardboard box though it had no return address. All it had on. It always seemed that she was really proud of her milky body and never hesitated to show off.As soon as I entered the shop, I saw the employees fighting to help her choose a saree. I went and sat beside her. I could see her hip curves and her sexy backless blouse. I slowly went and sat beside her.In some time, we saw a muscular, tall brown man came out of a cabin. He introduced himself as the owner’s son. He said his father has asked him to personally help her buy sarees. He came and very. She is his sub and loves being humiliated and caned by her master, in fact when home, most weekends she stays overnight with him. Anyway these last few months she has been away for her job. During that time her faithful scribe has waited for her notes of the last tryst with her master, and he and her husband have tried to keep her spirits up She being prone to bouts of home sickness, or perhaps master with-drawl who knows, it has been a long six months believe me. Now me I`m fairly old,. I leaned up and took her left nipple in my mouth, sucking on it, biting it gently between my teeth just like how I liked it. By now I could already feel my pussy was sopping wet, my fluids soaking through the panties I was wearing. Jess must have noticed cause she was watching my crotch and eventually pulled away. I leaned up and removed my shirt before laying back down and then we began to kiss again, our pantie covered pussies grinding into each other. God, I could feel her grinding on my.