”He then put some more ice in his mouth and put his hands under my lover’s glorious ass and lifted her off the chair as he drove his icy tongue in...o her cunt.This time she screamed as she tensed, shuddered and then moaned, “Don’t stop, that is so fucking good, so fucking good, I’m cumming again.”After three repeats our toyboy, now very much in command, said, “I am going to lay on the carpet in front of that full length mirror. I want you sit on my face and suck your man’s cock so I can watch in. I also had to wear a tube top under my lose blouses so that the shape of the barbells and stirrups wasn’t visible. One day Ryan told me to take them out and not wear the tube top. I think that he wanted people to look down the top of my lose blouse and see my nipples. I don’t think that anyone did see my nipples.After the first week we had to go out and buy me some more miniskirts and blouses. Ryan wouldn’t let me get any skirts longer than mid-thigh.Apart from my wardrobe issues things went. Raking his finger tips along her flanks, he grasped her butt, spreading her cheeks, darting his tongue into her crack. "Oh God!" Amber moaned as she shivered, her exhilaration mixed with lastminute apprehension. This was a whole new territory, albeit one she had been craving for years. ‘What if it's not for me... what if it hurts too much?' she wonders. He felt her puckered rosebud tighten up as the tip of his tongue stabbedat it. To ease her apprehensions he licked her all the way down to her. She was an epitome of a structure left to the beholders of beauty to gape in awe and admiration. When she walked, she rolled her sari’s end on her wrists, and the sari fell over feet in urgency, the folds so stiff and current, embroidered her already statuesque picture with a concurrent force, and she seemed dragging the weight of expectation with every passing day. And so it happened, one day she turned her back to write on the board, which nobody cared really, that I noticed her bra strap on.