”“You are welcome, pet,” Marge interrupted again. “But it’s Mistress from now on. Remember?”Kathleen blushed. “Yes, Mistress. But...”�...�And good slaves kneel. You want to be a good slave, don’t you? Because bad slaves get punished.”“Yes, Mistress,” responded Kathleen. She automatically slid out of her chair and knelt, facing Marge. “But...”Marge reached down and held the beautiful breasts in her hands and kissed Kathleen’s forehead. “I am new to this,” she lied again, “but I promise I will do my. I was fluffing the pillows when suddenly I hear a knock on the door. It was him! I open it up to find Hunter. He was as handsome in person as he was in the pics. He was wearing a nice polo, some tight fitting jeans and a gangster cap on. He smiled as his dark brown eyes looked at me. I gave him a hug."I can't believe I'm actually hugging you," he says.I kiss him. I want to do more but I don't wanna scare him. Something was different though. While he was kissing me he started to hold me really. Not yet.Mike: don’t lie, kajal, it’s not possible.Me: really sir, it’s true.David: Then we will be very lucky to have you.Harry: kajal, you looks really hot in this Indian saree. You can seduce anyone with your figure.Mike: kajal, whats the size of your breast.Me: Sir, it’s 34c.David: Wow, very handful. Love to crush them.Harry: kajal, show us more skin of yours.Me: means sir?Mike: Oh, come on kajal, drop your pallu and let us see your sexy boobs.I dropped my pallu as told, and they can see my. "Yeah, do it now, baby!" she cried, exhorting him on.Dutch continued to move his hand up and down, his eyes focused on the dusky beauty he would soon be marrying. He noted the lust in her eyes and said, "Move your chair over here. Yeah, there just under me, yeah, like that."Rosa quickly did as he'd requested, her hands gripped the arms of the chair until her knuckles turned white."Come on Mr. Big Shot, Rosa said, breathing heavily and touching herself in an attempt to recapture some to the.