.She was still leaning on meOur eyes met..This time I saw pure love in her eyes…My heart bit skippedThere was some unknown feeling in my stomachThe ...oy was too muchShe whispered: “you asked for it (kiss) in the morning …na?”I was dumb…“Now please sleeeeeep….you are ill…”I closed my eyesWas I dreaming?I opened my eyes and looked at herShe was still there looking at me“please!!”I moved on my bed…She adjusted her sari and turned towards the bedI was happy,confused,exhausted …and my cock was still. “That’s Long Island Iced Tea.” I never heard of it, but it tasted good. Sweet. “What are you drinking?” “Just water.” “Oh, have you already drunken too much?” “No, I don’t drink alcohol,” he answered and winked. My Iced Tea was almost empty and when the bartender came by, I ordered another one. And 10 minutes later another one. This tasted really good. In the meantime, I found out that Andy was a self-employed software designer and lived in a house in the suburbs. That he has a sweet little dog. There was no answer as she continued to stroke the puppy's head."Mistress, is something wrong?" I finally dared to ask.She snapped the creature into half with one move of her arm as she spoke "I want her. Gather our followers and capture her while she’s playing among the flowers." As you wish,“ I replied while bowing a little and then hurrying off.Later that day I saw Marionette playing among the flowers as my mistress had predicted. But with a man. They were talking, having fun, and holding. The bottom half was in ratty shorts and cheap flip-flops; she got out of them without looking away from me. The French-cuts she had on underneath didn't do a damned thing for her because her ass was too flat -- and kind of saggy, like her tits. She was stringy and lean and her skin kind of wrinkled along her ribcage when she moved, rather than being properly elastic. When she stepped back into her flip-flops, I was unsurprised to see that there was no polish on her toenails -- or her.