Every slave has a desire to use her Mistress. You now have that chance for three days. As you would any other slave. Just refer to me as Alana, no... Erica." "Erica, I can't use you. I just can't. You were my Dom; you made me cry and taught me submission. I would touch my stripes at home, remembering how you administered them. I ached with desire when you wouldn't let me into your bed. I still revere you, Erica." "I'm not a goddess, Janet. Just a woman who was a Dominant for a while,. "About this time, alarm bells started going off in my head. Who is this guy? I don't know anything about him.Trying to dissuade him I said, "I'll have to wait until I have a little more money." Then trying to put the icing on my little lie, I said, "I just hate that it's broken. My little daughter, Lynn is coming to spend the weekend before Christmas with me. She really loves to sing Christmas Carols." I'll tell you what," he said, smiling at me, "If you felt you could trust me with the key to. "God, take it . . . bitch." Your face colors as your brain registers the words. "Shh, no, you're exactly right," I confirm, licking down the length again. I can tell that you're getting close, but again, I have no intention of letting you finish so soon. I straddle your body as I climb over you, brushing against you. It would take next to nothing for you to slip inside of me, but that's not what I want yet. You grab my hips, understanding that you can, but I gently push them away. I straddle. “Umm ... yes, sahib...” she replied tentatively.My cock lurched when I heard that. Pinching her nipples, I whispered huskily in her ear “Pushpa, will you fuck me?”She stopped squirming when I said that, and her breath caught in her throat. After a brief pause, she replied meekly in a husky whisper “Haan saheb...”With a groan, I pressed her tighter to me, and taking her right hand in mine, placed it on the bulge of my cock standing straight up inside my shorts.“Pushpa ... O Pushpa...” We heard.