“Get out of the car and place your hands on your head!” He shouted. “Open the door slowly!” I did as he wished. I got out of the car carefully...and raised both hands over my head, before I had chance to touch my hair he had hold of my wrists and was turning me around. Yet again, I was calm and didn’t panic. I even felt more in control than him. My hands were splayed out on the roof of the police car when his police radio fuzzed. “Officer Jenson, come in, over.” He held me still with one hand and. But I am excited and look forward to being able to prove myself to Mistress and to Master. I am kneeling in the presentation position when Mistress comes into her room. My nipples are pebbled and juices are flowing in anticipation of her training.She moves around me again, inspecting my posture. She touches me as she goes around. He hands are soft, but her long elegant fingernails tickle my skin. She reaches in and retrieves her panties from my mouth. “So tell me about yourself slut. How long. I got a positive response from her.I went to my wife’s friend’s house and pick her up. She was wearing a light green salwar kameez with matching inners. I could see her padded bra from outside.We both smiled at each other and left my house. In the meantime, my one hand was caressing her body throughout the drive. We entered the house and I sat on the couch, Sandhya went into the kitchen to drink some water and came out and sat beside me.Once she got settled, I asked Sandhya to come and sit on. There were not a lot of nubile females in those days because the womenfolk tended to herd a little bit closer to civilization and the convenience of store bought goods.The first time I trekked into the high country and came up on Bitchback Mountain I knew it was a special place because it seemed to glow with an aura of unfulfilled desire. An old Indian guide shared a bottle of rotgut with me across a nice campfire on a chilly night and he filled me in on the legend of Bitchback Mountain and the.