Once again, my shaking hands couldn’t resist from touching the smooth nylon, and as my fingers softly caressed the fibres a jolt of electricity flew...around my body. They felt amazing!Things never went further than that. But it had awoken something in me that I couldn’t fully understand, but I knew it turned me on and I was fully aware that I would be paying her collection of underwear another visit soon. And so it was that a few days later, once more I had a few hours to myself alone. And once. Yeh sare colour hum apni pockets me daal lete hai jisase ghar me kisi ko pata nahi chale ki hum colour leke aaye hai.Is baar hum ghar k pichhe wale gate se enter hote hai jiska gate pehle se khula hota hai. Gate me enter hote hi ek chhota ground hai jisme kuchh sabjiya ugayi hui hai aur yaha hum khelte bhi hai. Mene waha colour ko pocket se nikal k chhupa diya aur ghar me chala gaya. Bhahi naha rhi thi, badi mummy khana bana rhi thi aur bade papa tv dekh rahe the. Bhaiya bhi abhi mandir se lote. Not that she would need anexcuse to use me well, but there is no use in takingchances.Next I bend over and put on the high heels. The higharch (5 inches) combined with the wide ankle strapsmake for a delicious bit of height and bondage.Especially after the straps are locked, securelyfastening my feet in their bonds.I pick up the Cock harness and fasten the waist strapover the Basque and bring the cock ring down to mystiffening cock. I pull the balls through first andthen squeeze the flaccid. She makes me sit on the stool with the dildo and listens to my moans while bitching abiut things on the morning news that I do not understand.After she's done eating she has me take away the dishes and suck on her tits while she watches a little longer.She then tells me to get her toy and has me pump it inside her and lick her till she cums.Today she's frustrated so after she comes she makes me lay face up across her lap and slaps me in the face and slaps my tits and pussy too.Soon I begin to.