Chrissie’s hips were gyrating back and forth. ‘Yesssss…that’s it…stand up, slut.’ I stood up, still stroking that glass shaft. ‘Bite me,...whore.’ ‘Maybe later, slut. Bend over the table.’ I leaned forward over the coffee table, my hips raising, my ass up in the air. ‘You are such a fucking wench,’ I said. Chrissie drew the hem of my t-shirt over my hips, then slid my panties down my legs. ‘Me? You’re the fucking bitch. Spread your legs,’ she said. I parted my legs, my ass still high in the air.. The reason why I woke up was the tingling feeling of long hair on my belly. Not only that, but also the feeling of wet lips around my cock. Tender hands went up and down my belly and my legs. She must have sensed that I was awake, because she let my rock-hard cock go and kissed my belly and moved upwards. I could smell her perfume. “Makii…” I whispered. She silenced me with a shy kiss. I demanded more and our tongues intertwined while her hand continued where her mouth had stopped: caressing my. I told her it looks sexy but high maintenance. Shilpa just winked, it’s only for reception party she said.Shilpa sat in the chair wearing a kurta and jeans she had worn for lunch. The barber started cutting her hair in steps from shoulder to mid-back. After a shampoo and blowdry. She was looking exactly like the heroine in her magazine she showed me earlier.The barber cleaned up and left. We were both alone once again. I started running my hand in her hair. Then I got an idea and opened my. They say that Dominant never ever tastes the ass of Her submissive. But that word leaves out love, makes my surrender an act of pure obedience, not one of mutual love and adoration. I adore Her. And I realize as Her tongue pushes into my pucker that She adores me in her own way. That she shows that I will kneel for Her, that we are one flesh, bonded in a relationship deeper than any one thing mere words might capture. “Roll on your back,” She commands, and I eagerly obey. And I feel Her breath.