I didn't know how I could possibly tell my Master who had worked so hard to train me to be his fucktoy, his puppy, his slut that we would have to take...a break this weekend. Having Mom or Dad walk in on one of our sessions would be a disaster for all involved. I looked over at my Master, who, to my surprise, was looking back at me. "What's the matter, Baby?" he asked me, his smile melting my heart. "Well. Sir," I began. He stared into my eyes trying to read my thoughts. "I just don't know. Mera lund halka tigh bhi hone laga.Mumbai me rehne wali ye ladkiyaan bhi badi open minded thi. Main jaise hi andar aaya toh Aparna mere se aa lipat padi. Usey mere khade lund ka na pata chale isliye maine usey piche kar diya. Main jaake ek stool par baith gaya aur unhe unka match khelne diya. Jaisa ki main hamesha karta tha maine shuruyat ki thodi hasi mazaak wali baate karna. Thodi double meaning baatein bhi kari, jo sun ke unn dodno ko bada maza aata tha. Thodi der thakne k baad Sneha gayi. ” “Were we? That’s such a bore. Let’s talk about something else.” I nodded. “What would you like to talk about?” “You.” I nodded again. “What about me?” “Are you married?” “No, I’m single.” “Ever been married?” “Nope.” “Ever going to get married?” “I hope to.” She knocked the rest of her martini down and poured some more. “Marriage is myth. Love, honor, and obey. Ha.” She said with venom. I realized she’d been drinking martinis, or something for a while. “I’ve been a perfect wife for that. ” She tried to scold herself but it didn’t work. Her pussy resisted all instructions to behave and be quiet. It was obvious too that her nipples were determined to stay hard. Em considered her options. She could get Vic to give her a buzz, but he’d already done that today. He had given her a morning wake-up treat in bed and was now recharging at the power point in the bathroom. She watched her left hand trace a sexy, lazy way down from her right nipple past her belly button and into her newly.