She opened her door. "Your kissing delivery service, madam".She scared. My smile melted her a bit. "Let´s look where we might best do it"..We went in... She showed me around. I scanned for a fine place to tie her up.She knew that. Pretended she didn´t. My mind smiled: "Classy sexy teaser".Finally, at the attic, we entered her exercise room. "We´re there, Poet PETER".She nodded. "You look lovely in that dress, dear. Give me access, please..We know what you want from me". She kept gazing at me as. It was cut and polished until my form, the fuzzy lightning bolt you see within the black stone, was visible. As I was passed from hand to hand, many times I allowed the being holding me to utilize some of my power.''In 1353 AD, a silversmith was creating a ring for a very powerful leader of his area. The leader wanted a unique stone to be added to a ring. The silversmith had bought my stone, many years before, but no one wanted such a fuzzy image. The silversmith wanted to be rid of a stone no. Main jaise hi didi ke kamre ke andar ghuskar door ko bolt karta hoon, didi jo ki nighty pahne hue thi aur bed par leti hui thi, uth ke baith jaati hain aur mujhse poochti hainDidi: Kya hua Vishal, tumhaare Jeeju kahan hain?Me: Arre didi, sab batata hoon, thoda baithne to do…Main didi ke paas jaake baith jaata hoon, aur didi ki nighty ko upar kheenchkar unki gori gori thighs ke upar haath pherne lagta hoon. Thodi der haath pherne ke baad main jaise hi didi ko smooch karne ki koshish karta hoon,. I want to see you fuck yourself with that vibrator. And I want you to imagine it’s my cock, and I want you to tell me what my imaginary cock feels like inside of you.” She proceeded to fuck herself with the vibrator, telling him what it was doing to her and how it was making her come. He sat in the chair and watched, occasionally rubbing his precum into the tip of his rock hard cock. She lay on the bed desperately wanting the real thing, but afraid to stop in case he was angry. But she knew she.