I promise you this is a good one.At the end of the story, I have mentioned my email id where you can reach out to me and give me feedback on this stor.... This is my first try to something like this so please forgive me if I make any mistakes.Now about me, I am a final year engineering student from Mumbai. The girl in the story is my ex. She was around 5’7. She was a bit thin but had amazing boobs and a very tasty pussy. Please be civilized and don’t ask me for of her personal details! We started. They kissed lightly; rubbing bare breasts together - one hand dipping between heated, slippery buttocks. Then slut spotted the heavy steel shackles around Anita’s ankles and the short chain keeping her legs tied together: “oh you poor baby - you’re still a slave too”.Only then did they both notice slut’s Mistress Anna and anita’s Master Maurice fucking discreetly in the sand dunes.They kissed again, passionately this time, fingers entering slick cunts - taking Suzy right back to her first. She had known him for almost a year, since he had transferred into the office, but nothing had happened until about a month ago. They had been away, in Chicago, at a conference, when he had invited her to the hotel bar for a few drinks. She had downed more than she should have and had then agreed to go back to his room for a nightcap. Wendy had known that she was playing a dangerous game, but it seemed so harmless and exciting.It was the most surprising thing when Bill unlocked the door to his. Misty admitted having orgasms while reading my writings, which was a thrill to me. A longing had been created in both of us that would have to be satisfied someday. That day they both looked forward to despite having no idea when it may be. Both of us were satisfied that the other wanted it as badly. And that was the basis of an intense passion that fueled their creativity and bolstered their intimacy, something both missed in their respective lives.It was late Tuesday evening before I could.