I contact her, and she replies back immediately.I tell her I'm new to BDSM, and she says she would love to show me the ropes. We arrange to meet at a ...earby hotel tomorrow morning just to get to know each other and maybe have a little bit of fun. She won't tell me her real name, just to call her Mistress. She tells me to shave all body hair and take a nice long bath for tomorrow. She orders me to wear no underclothing (bra or underwear) and to wear short slutty red dress that she told me was. Hum kabhi kabhi milte rehte hai……Ye story 1 saal phele ki hai…..Garmi ka mausam tha….Mausa ji kam ki silsile se pure ek month ke liye bahar ja rahe the…Or…Unhone mere ghar walo ko bola diya sam ko unke ghar pe rehne ki liye…Hum ek hi sahar me rehte hai so mere ko bhi koi taklif nahi thi or na hi ghar walo..Ko…Isliye mere ghar walo ni ha bhar di…. Dusre din me mausi ke ghar rat ko gaya to dekha mausa ji station ke liye nikal rahe the to me unko drop karne chala gaya….Or ghar aagaya….Phir mene or. I could feel her hand searching for her cock and pushing it against my thigh by accident. “Sorry”, she mumbled in my face.I winced as her cock poked at my pubic area. I opened my legs wider and lifted them in the air wrapping my booth-covered legs around her waist. She finally found my hole with her cock and pushed it in slowly, trying to apologize for her previous clumsiness. It was a big cock and I breathed hard and deep when it got completely inside me. I didn’t know if she would let me but. "All right. See ya!" I heard her clatter down the stairs in her heels.I could like this place, I thought. I poured water for a cup of berry tea. I could even like brewer's yeast.Fiore worked me to a frazzle. He set up a coordination and aerobics exercise in which I had to race around a small room and catch handballs that he kept pitching to me. He began pitching more balls, faster and farther from wherever I stood -- until, finally, I had enough. Snatching one ball that he pitched into a corner.