Jiska nam tha payal wo married thi. Wo har roj meri photos pe comments karti thi mai thanks kar deta tha aise dhere dhere hamari comments mein baat ho...i start hoyi toh thore din aise hi karte karte ek din usne mujhe khud mere inbox mein mujhe msg kiya. Toh hamari waha baat hone lagi thore hamari ause hi baate hoti rhi fr thora pyar bhri baate hone lagi ek din aise hi baate karte karte usne mujhe propse kar diya mai toh khush ho gya kyn k wo thi bhut sudar aur sexy oh sorry mai apko uske bare. Her mouth was right next to my ear as she spat …bored I will give you fucking bored and started to march me in a hurry out the door down the corridor to another door that had Head Mistress in bold black letters on the frosted glass. As she was pushing me I was pleading with her to let me go and that I was sorry but to no avail the way she had my arm behind me forced my tits out and almost bursting the buttons and my short skirt had ridden up to reveal my nickers and the stay up stockings I was. That night, after retiring, Betty was awoken by a strange noise from another room. Looking up, she noticed her bedroom curtains were softly waving from the wind coming through the screen. “Shit,” she thought, “probably left the balcony door open again.” She sat up, dangling her legs over the side of the bed, and fumbled with her feet until they found and slid into her slippers. She was about to retrieve her night robe when she thought, as dark as the night was, her nightgown would suffice. As. He had his fingers laced together across his mid-section as he watched our few, close friends discuss some random topic that they had stumbled upon. He was content, eyelids low, enjoying the moment.Conversely, I was in it. I was engaged. I was enjoying a debate where no one person was right, but everyone felt pretty strongly about their opinions. When I'm around my master, though, I've always got a part of my mind and my body focused on him. I do it without conscious thought.One, I am my.