Before I had a chance to get hard, Janey soaped her one hand up rubbing my tummy and right side, while she held my still mostly limp dick, aimed it at...her chest and asked me to let go. She wouldn’t ‘tell’ me anything anymore. She confessed that for now, she envisioned herself my slave, my vassal, or just my thrall. I could probably have her do any number of wonderfully sexual things, even degrading ones, but with power comes responsibility. I didn’t want to get carried away with our new and. Main apne dusre hath ki do ungliyo ko unke shirt ke upar se unke chaati par chawati hui boli: Hum kab soyenge?Papa: Kyu tumhe abhi sona hai kya?Main: Sona to hai… par!Papa: Par kya?Main apni ungliyaan unke chaati se chalwaati hu neeche unki naavi se hoti hui unke payjame ke upar unke lund par le jakar boli: Par… sone se pahle kuch uunch neech karne ki mann ho rahi hai mujhe.Papa ke lund par meri ungli lagte hi payjame ke andar usne ek halka jhatka de mara. Fir papa bole: Kya karne ka mann. After a few more minutes, I told him the words that he wanted to hear. He told me that I was now his slave and he was my Master. After that, we didn't talk much more about it. Occasionally something would come out, but he would usually have to go do something away from the computer and that would end that part of the conversation. He usually had me thinking of things by the time I got off the computer by the end of the night and I couldn't wait to meet him in person. Finally the three weeks. Kept her both palms on her ass cheeks. Felt very nice. She was really going mad and she was feeling really nervous and desperate to get fucked. She opned her wardrobe and checked what dress to wear. She took a light blue semitransparent saree with deep cut sleeveless blouse which had very less cloth at back. Searched for nice inners. She got light blue fancy bra and panty. Put all the clothes on bed and took only towel and walked naked towards bathroom. While walking she just turned to see how.