Wo mere paas aake sofe par bethi….aur mere thigh ape apna hath rakh ke pucha…bol prashant muje kyu roka aaj ??Me kuch bol nahi paya…..Shakeela�...bol na….kyu Sharma raha hai ?? Mom…bas aise hi..aaj aapse bate karne ka bahut man tha…Shakeela..ha to bol..sharma kyu raha hai….Mene pucha..mom …aap kya karti ho ?? Wo chauk gayee aur….kyu..aaaj achanak kyu pucha ??Wo mere thighs pe hath fer rahi thi….mene uske hath pe apna hath rakh diya….mom….aur hath dabaya….kya mast silky soft hath the…….mene hath. He sat in that crouched position just staring back at her. Suddenly, he launched himself up. Grabbing her by the arms, he crushed her mouth to his in a soul searing kiss. He rained furious kisses all over her face and neck. Returning to her mouth, he forced her plump, pink lips open with his tongue. Darting in and out of her sweet mouth, he was literally sucking her breath from her lung, leaving her breathless. His hands, on either side of her face, held her immobile, so his lips and tongue. Iknelt on the floor with my head touching the floor and my ass up in theair. She greased up my ass and her hand and arm. She worked her handinto me and then made a fist. She asked me, "Does my little bitch wantme to fuck her pussy for her?" I said, "Yes Mistress." She rammed herfist forward and back going deeper inside of me with each stroke. Shehad me moaning like mad as she ravished me. When she wanted to shestopped and wiggled her fingers deep inside of me. She asked me, "Whoowns you. We tried to plan for that event too.We loved the slow, uneventful passing of time, except for the issues of excretion, exercise, food, water and even boredom.I NP'd my severed finger up to my face so I could look at it closely (blame boredom). Despite all my talk with Sensei about how easy it was to visualize fingers in external locations, seeing my finger disconnected from my hand was an EXTREMELY weird and uncomfortable experience, but somehow fascinating. I don't recommend it though. I.