” Ouch, he grabbed my nipple andpinched, hard. “You may speak, slave.”“What have I done to displease you, Master,” I ask...dmeekly. I was careful to look down as I asked thisquestion. He grabbed my chin roughly and looked into myeyes. “You do not know, slave?” His eyes weredangerous. I wished to hell I knew so I could tell him.With tears in my eyes, I shook my head no.“Well, slave, last night when my friends were here, Isaw you looking at Madame. She sucked my cock slow and deep, slurping and smacking her lips as she gagged on me taking me to the edge then..........taking it away she would stop! She would give me head, then ride me(till she cumm)all to the point of me cumming then stopping. She was grinding her self hard on me till I was about to cumm and again she stops, but this time she kisses me and tells me "I'm gonna go smoke, don't go anywhere.....giggle" and she left the room, about 10 or 15 minutes later she comes back in. Besides, she was certainly a teaser. She always wore a low cut blouse exposing a substantial part of her milky white cleavage and the cloth of her blouse was thin enough to give a complete glimpse of even the design and its colour of her brassiere.Any man was sure to have a drop of Pre-Cum at least if he saw Mamta wearing a Saree. In addition to all this, she always ensured of exposing her deep Belly button with soft very small Hairs around it and men would watch it with their eyes wide open.. ”“What about him?”“I’ve noticed him staring at me today and I thought I’d ask him to lunch.”“What’s that got to do with my fantasy?” I asked her teasingly.“Maybe nothing but...” she teased back. “But...?” I asked feeling my cock stiffen, thinking this was still a bit of dirty talk texting. She didn’t respond, I assumed she got busy at work, it’s hard for a nurse to find free time at work sometimes. About half an hour later my phone buzzed again. I glanced down and saw it was another text from.