I was pressing her boobs while we were kissing passionately. Then I asked her if I should remove her Tshirt. She nodded and then I removed her Tshirt....She also removed my shirt. Now she was wearing the jeans and the bra and I was wearing only jeans.I came on top of Sanchita and started kissing her neck, her cleavage and pressed her boobs. Sanchita was enjoying a lot and was moaning. I started kissing her boobs from over the bra and was pressing both the boobs with both my hands.I then took out. She arched her back, expressing her pleasure. I was eager to please her, and continued with my sucking and stroking. Meanwhile, her hand around my dick was doing wonders there - I had never felt so good with my own hand down there. She once again pulled my head away from her, and raised herself on her knees. She asked me to lie flat on my back, and put a knee on either side of me. She then lowered her head to my cock, and took it into her mouth. I do not have a very long one, but it gets. "Cigar, Master?" she murmured.I picked a large Cuban make I recognized as an Upmann. For a moment I was at a loss to how to prepare the cigar when my uncle spoke. "She will do it for you," he said with a slight smile.She looked at him and then to me. I shrugged and held it out. She set down the humidor and took the cigar. Using a knife from the table she expertly cut off the end. Holding the cigar to her puckered mouth she rolled it between her pursed lips to smooth the rough edges. Then in a. When I was with my mistress, during session times, I was never allowed to walk. I was always on my fours crawling on the floor. Never make eye contact always looking at the floor. Always sitting kneeling at the feet. And wearing only things that are given to me.S: good. Do you like these restrictions?N: I’m a submissive I like humiliation, sir.S: good. So you will follow all these from now on with us too. But not only during BDSM sessions but also other times. Always. We can talk about.