That didn’t mean she wasn’t in the shop. He waited patiently until he could order the same black coffee. He turned and walked down the counter to ...ait for his drink. He took that opportunity to scan the room. She was sitting at a small round table in almost exactly the center of the room. She would have been looking directly at him if she had been looking up. She was looking down at a book. All he could see was her hair and the shoulders on a pink sweater, most likely cashmere. She was being. Haath tab tak apna rasta mere top k under.Se.Mere boobs tak poch chuke the…Wo nipples ko apni ungliyo k beech me masal rahe the…Meri.Cheeke nikal rahi.Thi..Par muh unke muhse band tha…Humne kuch.10-15min ek dusre.Ko chusa….Fir unhone meri.Track pant neeche karni chahi…Me khadi hogayi..Unhone pant aur panty dono neeche kardiye aur mujhe bitha.Diya…Mera top upar kiya…Fir mere.Pussy me ungli daali aur apna muh mere boobs par…..Me toh sathve aasman me poch gayi thi….Unki ungliye mujhe pagal kiye. “Look you silly girl we are in a deep cellar, its sound proof, you are in chains, and no-one knows you are here, no one will miss you even your flat is now empty, oh and your rent paid up to date when you ‘moved out’ or at least that’s what your letter to the landlord said. They think you have gone home to mother! The clients I am thinking of love a woman that resists, its part of the game and they tend to just take what-ever they want, loving the power, so resistance is futile and the law…. The headboard rattled against the wall, as our crotches rubbed together. I grabbed his arse and called out his name. Oh it was so tight and smooth in his leotard! ‘Oh yeah! Darling! Oh yeah!’ Seeing his menacing nylon face contorted in determination, turned me on even more!‘You fucking slut, you fucking sissy!’ my lover whispered with menace, as he pumped his hard cock through his leotard against my hard crotch. ‘You’re so fucking gorgeous and sexy,’ he said. ‘I’d do anything for you.’‘Yeah?’ I.