“Good enough. Now make me some sandwiches.” She walked to her underwear, preparing to drress. “Give them to me,” I told her. Amanda threw her...panties and bra to me and picked up her dress. “You’re not going to need that.” She got the hint and threw it to me. “What can I wear?” she asked, finally seeming to understand she had to do exactly as I said. “The suit you were born in,” I said as I pulled up my boxers and trousers. My thunderstruck slut looked at me and wanted to debate my orders, but. Her pleasure and satisfaction was all that mattered to me tonight.I shifted to reach her right side and slowly and softly continued to kiss and lick down her body and across her flat firm tummy down to her smoothly shaven public mound. I could smell the sweet yet slightly pungent feminine scent of her arousal. I began kissing and licking all around her soft pussy lips but not actually touching them. I could see even in the semi darkness of the room that already her nectar had begun to flow.. As you pull the rope the top half of my body is forced downwards and the waist whilst my legs have to remain strainght on my high heels. My head is forced down and my breasts hang like two fleshy globes from my chest. In fact my head is forced down it looks like I am bowing in front of you. You put something in my mouth. I don't know what it is but you tie it behind my head. I'm unable to close my mouth! I'm now at your mercy. I can hardly talk and my mouth is wide open ready to become a third. R bolche ma r sathe jeno erokom na kore subroto kono kothay kaan dichhe na…ma k thele suie dilo r tarpor ma r peter opore uthe boslo…..tarpor khudarto bagh jemon ses bar sikar er opore jhapanor age take bhalo kore dekhe ney temni ma k pipasarto chokhe dekhlo…ma duhat buker kachhe joro kore fisfis kore chhere dite bolchhe…subroto ma r buker opore achol ta khamche dhorlo…tarpor ek hechka tane seta sorie dilo…ma r dhobdhobe forsa stoner khoyeri bota duto dupurer rode chokh dhadie dilo.