Thousands of LED icicle lights hung from the balcony railings and stairways. A soft, comforting glow bathed the room.Sheila directed us to follow her ...o her office upstairs. She stood about five feet six and was a good-looking woman about my age. Streaks of red highlighted her closely cropped brunette hair, and she appeared to be in excellent physical condition.Her skin had the bronze tan of someone who was no stranger to hard outdoor work. Her face was more attractive than beautiful. She was. Mistress was clearly in her element as if Mistress was just going to check something in the garage. Her clothes reflected this idea of normality as Mistress wore shorts and a shirt, with sneakers and socks. I suppose there wasn’t really any need to dress up to do what Mistress wanted, after all Mistress wasn’t trying to impress me, Mistress just wanted to use me. The thought of this made me rock hard. Mistress began by turning two handles which pulled my cuffed legs in either direction. ." Mike criedas he felt the tickle of long hair on his bare shoulders. "I'mscared...." he sobbed as his much smaller tongue explored his plumpedup lips." Shhhh Shhhh," Monica cooed as she slowly sculpted Mike's face into amore Asian likeness. "Nothing to be scared of love," she said gentlygetting on her knees again. "This is what you deserve."Mike whimpered as he desperately tried to look down past the orbsblocking his view. "I don't deserve this!" he cried as he felt Monica'shand grip his dick. As Tulsi began alternating between both the nipples, she watched Amba heaving in arousal letting the breasts swell in and out. As seconds ticked, Amba was panting and stretching her limbs. Amba was soon laying flat on her back with legs spread wider, enough to let Tulsi creep in. Tulsi took some time, kissing down the cleavage to her abdomen before she poked her tongue out to lash at the navel. “Tulsi!” Amba squealed and raised her head to watch the young woman arousing her. Tulsi hands moved.