Use achha lg rha tha. Wo jor jor se mujhe kiss kr rhi thi.Maine usko kamar se pakda hua tha aur usne mujhe neck se. 10-15 min tak hum aise hi ek dusre...ko khich khick kr kiss krte rhe. Fir maine apna hath uske boobs per rkha. Kya sahi boobs the uske. Maine uske boobs dbane shuru kr diye. Usko dard ho rha tha, wo boli araam se kro.Fir maine uska top utar diya. Black bra, white skin per kya mast lg rhi thi. Mai uski bra k upar se kiss krne lga. Wo siskiya bhar rhi thi. Fir maine dhire dhire uski. She obliged without hesitation and I found myself realy getting into this and horny as fuck as she did so. She was soon at my feet her eys looking down at the floor. ‘Whatever you want master’,she said. Ho-l-y fuck!!! This was awsome man. ‘look up at me bitch’,I said and again,she did as she was told imediately. ‘Yes Master’. I reached down and grabbed her hair quite roughly and pulled her up so she was kneeling as if in church. ‘Your mine,understand’,And the growl in my voice supprised even. Here, take this,” the man pushed a business card through the hole. “The next time you’re in town call this number and I’ll meet you anywhere you want. I’d sure like to feel your mouth on my cock without this wall between us.”A rush of light poured through the hole and the man was gone. I hadn’t even gotten off my knees yet and he was tucked in, zipped up and gone.I pulled my phone out of my purse to see I had 37 new messages. As I looked at the screen the message count kept going higher and. “I know it’s pathetic. I feel like a right loser sometimes, but that's what you and your feet do to me.”“Aww, but you're MY loser.”I was actually a bit taken aback. I thought she'd be reassuring, but instead she only confirmed my fear, but in her own way. “You really think I'm a loser?” I said, aghast. I was on the verge of a flurry of tears again.“Don't beat yourself up about it. You're useful to me, right? How would my feet be all nice and pretty without you to take care of them? You don't.