She didn't expect me to spank her like I had. It had a desired effect though. She gave me a look that was at once apologetic and also a bit of fear to....I spanked her one more time and I saw that I had left a red hand print on the cheek of her ass as well. She rubbed her ass where I had spanked her. Looking at me I saw a look come into her eyes and I was happy with what I saw.I could tell that she was now looking at me with a bit of respect and I knew I had begun to take her back as my slut. How. Sans plug. It just wasnot all that comfy in me, and it hurt taking it out as much as putting itin.The thought stayed with me, though, so I advertised myself as being allthat latex and plug and corset, and boots. I owned all of this. They werenow on the pile that cheryl had made. I went on line with simply someplastic pants and pantyhose, not bothering with anything else.I became down, weak, needy, so I advertised myself into something muchmore kinky. And then I met Mistress Davina. We talked. .aur mai akhe band kar k unke boobs chusta ja rha tha ye sab kuch 30 mins tak chal rha tha uske bad woo bed per let gaye aur muze apne brest per bhet k meri nuni unke Muh k pass lane ko kaha, maine wesa hi kiya, aur unke dono haath mere badan per ghum rhe the muzeBahot naram garam lag rha tha wo muze dhekte huee pyari smile di aur apni Lal gili jib(tongue)se meri nuni ko touch karne lagi muze to wo ekdam garam aur bahot aajib sa lagne laga kya bata nahi sakta k wo ehsak kesa tha mere liye... Naturally, I pulled up my calendar and made it so.At the end of the day (yesterday), I drove to the airport terminal and waited at baggage claim. Soon she appeared, in her lovely uniform (form-fit straight skirt that hugs her hips, thighs and buttocks; tailored jacket that enhances her breasts). We greeted with a warm, but brief, embrace and the briefest of pecks on the lips. I grabbed her bags and we walked. It was great - bags in tow with one hand, and my Indian Princess on the other.We got.