He was smirking and deliberately trailed his fingers over her breasts before pulling back to his canvas. “Up on your toes,” he commanded and she f...lt that little flutter again, but deeper. She arched up but he shook his head. “Higher.” His smirk grew as she went up even further.“Good. Think you can hold that for an hour?” he challenged, brandishing a paintbrush, slathered with ivory paint.“Uh-huh,” she muttered breathlessly. Already she could feel the tension in her calves. His eyes met hers. First of all, a rule had evolved that she first had to unzip him using only her teeth. And something about the entire procedure – approaching him on her knees, placing her hands on the arms of his chair, pushing her face into his crotch and struggling to grasp and pull down the zipper toggle between her clenched teeth, while Don again pretended to ignore her – made her feel even more like a possession.And when she had accomplished the task, and was finally allowed to use her hands to open his. We were all watching now, the story of Sally and her boob and Rob’s hand put aside as the rider pulled off his helmet and ran his hand through his hair. It was dark and wild, that hair, just a bit wet from his sweat, and he ran his fingers through it again before climbing off the bike. ‘Wow,’ said Jan. Sally nodded. We looked at men, we three. Back in school they were boys, mostly, young and gawky, but there were some who were handsome, too, in that way budding masculinity can be. They liked to. Me (moaning) : aaahhmmmm.K : tujhe yeh pasnd hai na, chat usse. Puja kar mere pairo ko.Me :yes malkin, you are my god I will worship your feet.K : nice bitch, ohh I forgot to tell we have a guest here. Aur mai chatihoon tum hamare guest ki aisehi welcome karo.Me: yes mistress…!Then I felt another feet on my face, so I kissed it and started worshiping their feets. It continued for about some time and when it was over my mistress spoke.K: how was that bitch?Me: I liked it mam.K: do you want to.