I’m really missing you! I’m homesick, too. An idea of the two of us together again in New Orleans occurred to me in a passing thought. Now it cons...mes me! I used to wonder what came first, you or happiness? Since we’ve been apart, the answer is so evident. My heart says they are indistinguishable. Come home with me, Sal. Come home to me………. Lola.” October in New Orleans is a secret the locals like to keep from visitors. The city belongs to them for a few precious weeks. The beauty and grace of. I smiled and thought to myself “I so wish I could get her in my bed.”I followed her to the kitchen admiring her tight ass. In the kitchen she started to warm up the food she had brought and started preparing chapatti.When everything was ready, I set up the plates on the dining table and she brought the food on the table. While we ate, we chatted again about boring stuff at first then went on to talk about celebrities, bollywood, whether she had boyfriends and if Uzma ever had boyfriends. Huma. I opened the paper, finding the box to just be a plain cardboard one suitable for wrapping a shirt or sweater. Slowly, I lifted the lid and I understood what the card meant.I swore I’d never touch these collars again. Each of them opened and laid out side by side, the keys in the locks, waiting for my fingers to return them to where they should never have been removed. I stared at them and I knew that this had been decided long before I’d come back to a place where I could bring myself to look. He looked at me and said, so you wanna get fucked like a slut? All I could say was oh yes, I need my pussy fucked good baby.He told me to go get the lube. I climbed off him and let my robe drop to the floor. As I walked to his room I lifted my chemise and flashed my ass at him.I came back and rubbed lube on his cock and pulled my panties down and lubed up my ass and climbed back on top of him. I hit the popper a few times and leaned forward on him and reached around and spread my cheeks for.