Luckily I met with a woman who came to India and emailed me after reading my story.So without wasting your time, let’s jump to the story. I stopped ...riting sex stories after my marriage. My email responses almost stopped. I was married and happy with my wife. But she was not into BDSM. I had to manage to do Vanilla sex with her.I was badly hunting for Submissives/Slaves but couldn’t find a good match. Most of the people were from Mumbai, Bangalore, Delhi. I was not in the situation to travel.. "I feel wonderful. What did you give me?" Ah, so you have never had heroin before. Like you, the drug is adangerous but attractive mistress." Now I know what my mom's drug habit is all about. I've never feltbetter." He places both hands beneath my left boob and presses down withall of his weight. I feel like my chest is collapsing, and my breathescapes in a anguished shriek. But instead of reverberating andreturning, and inducing panic or shock, the pain and anxiety quicklyrecede."Is that. Confident no one would come out it was off with the swim trunks. Jason was around 5 foot 4 inches tall and kind of stocky with a modest 5 inch dick. I was 6 foot with a 6 and a half inch cock. We had seen each other naked many times so our nakedness was nothing new to either of us. My normal routine when we would get in the pool that late was to retreat to the deep end of the pool which was around 8 feet deep and bob from the top to the bottom blowing out all the air in my longs and standing. I rolled down my window and sure as shit his smile could of lit up a room. "license and...." he paused " miss do you know how fast you were going?" I Bit my lip and give him a little shrug making sure to make my tits bounced a little bit "you were going 18 over when I clocked you" It was evident to me he liked what he saw. I leaned over and my brown hair fell in my face as I reached for my wallet I made sure my beautiful breasts fell out for him to see... As I handed him my license I gently.