Hmare khet ghar se thore dur the. Lagbhag 30 min. Ka rasta tha. Hum log khet se thori hi dur the k achanak barish hone lagi. Sardi ka mosam tha or hum...dono bheeg gaye. Hum dodte hue apne tubewell pe pahuche or lock khol k andar baith gaye. Mujhe bhot thand lagne lagi. Barish ki wajah se or zada thandi hawaye chal thi thi. Mene bhai se kaha to usne andar rakhi thori lakdiya le k aag jala di. Ab hme thori rahat mili. Udhar mosam bhot zada khrab ho gya.Rat k 7 bj rhe the or barish lagatar ho rhi. Your safeword will be 'ketchup', or anything else that is red." I do not need a safeword. I trust you." My slaves keep telling me that, but nevertheless you shall have one. If I hurt you I will have to answer to your lover, your former Mistress, and my fiancée. I have no desire to deal with what they could do to me, or the misery that at least the women could put me through."She gave me a little smile, and I hoped my words had helped to cover some of her nervousness. I stepped away, and picked. "And he left much as Michelle had.Steve could tell the effect he was having on me. I could tell thatwhile Steve may have liked what he saw, he was not nervous in the leastas he sat down on the couch and looked me over."Come over here," Steve said. And I did. I felt like I was completelyin his control, as though I couldn't possibly say no. I had alreadyfallen completely into this submissive and feminine role that I hadimagined many times in my head.I sat next to Steve on the couch and he. “I haven’t felt like this since Las Vegas. Is that crazy?”“Not at all,” said Sara, who had entered quietly and was watching her with lust in her eyes. She stood up and slipped out of her dress in one fluid motion. “Here’s something else you haven’t felt since Vegas.”Nicky gasped, but offered no objection as Sara knelt down on her dress and slowly lifted the hem of Nicky’s gown. Atop her long legs was a tanned, shaved cunt that was already soaking wet and seemed to be quivering with.