We had talked about it enough in the past. He always encouraged me. "Explore your sexuality," he urged. "Go and do it, enjoy, have a good time. I will...be here when you come home." I just wasn't sure it was real. We would find out now, to be certain, for I was going to let this man have me. I knew that, too."Stand up," he directed, his hand ceasing to tantalize me.I stood. The remains of my shift drifted to the floor, looking much like a discarded rag. I stood naked before this stranger in his. Usako bataya o boli ki ham aap to mere gar se bahot najdeek rahate o, mene kaha ha ab mene himmat karake usako bola ki aap bahot khubsurat ho, o muskurakar jane ke liye piche mudi to menne kaha ki app muze bahot acchi lagati ho, to o meri taraf mudi aur boli ki muze bhi app bahot pasand hai, mene kaha ki sach o boli much mere to khushi ka thikana nahi raha fir mene usakoKaha ki app muze aap kahekar na pookaro, sirf santosh kaho,as usually usane bhi kaha ki muze bhi app ashwini kaho mene kaha ki. I nearly fell prey to Mila’s powerful allure.For me, it began in the year 1795 in the small village of Stone Gorge, in the shadows of the mysterious Carnalia Mountains. I was but ten and seven years, and had never ventured more than a few miles from my home. Living with my parents and younger siblings, I’d expected to live the humble, uneventful life of a blacksmith. But fate had something very different in store for me.Like everyone else in my village — and that dark corner of Eastern Europe —. ‘More of that is always in order, Ma’am. But let’s go down to my room, I’d much rather enjoy your pleasures in more comfortable surroundings.’ I helped her straighten her outfit, and held her close while we walked down the stairs towards what looked to be an evening of pleasure. Mom I saw some action in the private part of the basement start happening, likely that party Grace had booked for tonight. The boss was off-duty, so Grace and Brigid were down there. Brigid was in full fetish outfit.