It is then that I realize how petrifyingly beautiful her brown eyes were. “Oh, hello. My name is Steffanie” she says as she extends her arm to sha...e my hand. I put my hand out, not being able to extend my hand all the way due to my weak muscles. But she steps closer to take my hand and shakes it without a moments hesitation.Our hands shake up and down for a few seconds as I take in the softness of her hands. At this point I hadn’t said anything in return. I realize I had been holding my breath. Kishore: (he is happy as the conversation turned on to this topic and he showed his active engagement). Thanks, Anni.Me: Kishore, I do not know if I can ask this to you are not. Slightly thinking about whether to ask or not.Kishore became curious to know what is my question. He is a bit excited assuming I am opening up something for more fun. Kishore quickly replied, “Anni, please never ever hesitate to ask, scold me, I am your property.”Me: Ok Kishore, you know very well that before this. My heart almost broke as I got in my truck hearing her crying so hard she could hardly breath. I kept a close watch on her as I drove back to the ranch. She cried and pleaded for about the first hour of the three hour drive. She finally lay still for a little while then I noticed her squirming and moaning. I watched her for several minutes as she continued to moan and wiggle her hips. At about half way to the ranch I saw her tense up and let out a long low moan. I assumed she had an orgasm. I. Mick, my last boyfriend, had tried to fuck me with a beer bottle. He hadn't succeeded, mainly because I was being close-minded and wouldn't loosen up for him. It was partially because of this episode that I had dumped him. However, I knew that I could accommodate a beer bottle. I went into what passed for a kitchen and fetched a Bud, which I lubed with butter. Back in the bedroom I lay on the bed and worked the bottle into my pussy. Yes I know it would have been much easier if I had started.