She: You want it tighter? Of course. I tug even harder than should be possible, watching the coarse rope bite into your skin.Me: That’s it.She: I ru... my hands down your sides.Me: Go on.She: I push my breasts together, enhancing my cleavage, as I toss my hair over one shoulder. Then, in one swift move, I unclasp the back and let my top fall away.Me: I love seeing your nipples harden. I reach out to trace each one. I spread your legs as you stand and thrust a finger into you.She: Gasp and tug. Wasi hi diya thi ek dam gori..per maine ushke boobs per hath lagaya to ushke muh se siskiyan niklne lagi fir main ushke piche aa ker ushke dono boobd dabane laga or ushko piche se chumne laga.. Ushke baal khol diye or ushka top utaar diya fir maine ushke haath dono piche ker ke band diye wo boli yhe kya ker rahi ho maine kaha bas dekhte jao. Wo muskurane lagi.. Maine ushkesholder se ushki pink bra ka ek step uttar ker kushe ek boobs ker cut kerne laga to wo thodo thodi pagal hone lagi fir ushki. Neither of us truly knew how far the other would go, so our clothes could indicate our intentions. I nervously agreed, thinking what if I showed up in my boxers and a robe, while she came dressed in jeans and a button up coat. It would be horribly embarrassing for sure. I was the first to arrive at the parking lot, not a single car in sight. I wore my gym shorts and a t-shirt, flip-flops … and no underwear. I figured I didn’t have anything to lose by this point. Finally she showed up and pulled. Eleanor moved her arm to view a pair of shiny black leather boots, not harmed by the elements. Slowly, her eyes rose to see long legs and a strong chest encased in a dark tunic. The visitor wore a goatee with dark shiny hair around his shoulders. She shivered from the darkness of his eyes, never had she seen such a dark handsome man. ‘Are you here to execute me? The king… said I would have until morning. Or has he changed his mind, my beloved sovereign?’ Eleanor spat angrily. The corners of his.