Having all the hair on his body removed sort offelt sexy, he thought. The slave slipped into the shoes without any hoseor socks, and even though he ha... never worn heels before, the shoes feltquite comfortable even with the two inch heel. Meanwhile, the cameraswere taping, taping.Finally Maria handed him a dog collar and realized he was to put itaround his neck. Hanging from the collar was a small metal tag that had"slave" etched on it.Maria then told him that it was her duty to train him in. I slowly run my hand from my shoes up my legs, onto my thighs, round the outside and onto my ass. His cock twitches. I repeat this again but this time trailing my hand up the inside of my thigh. I move away and stand in from of him. I turn round and bend over and ask him to run his hands up the backs of my legs from my shoes to bum. He starts to do this and his breathing deepens. His hands massages my ass a wee bit too long but I love it. I turn round and straddle him on the seat, asking him to. He kept his moves constant. Only untell I started moaning louder. Because when I did he started moving faster, and harder. Pretty soon he was ramming me so hard it knocked the breathe out of me. My body felt so full and so pleased. I tried to pull him closer into me by scratching down his arms. Tried pushing my hips up to meet his thrusts to get more of him inside me. I began to moan loudly as I got that tingly hot feeling again. dont stop. Please dont stop. Please more, I want more, dont stop. .Soon Rehan too joined them. She introduced them hoping fervently that nothing went wrong. Apparently nothing did. Rehan was cool and relaxed. Dileep too seemed at home. They started discussing typical male topics like politics, sports and books. After a while Rehan offered a drink to Dileep which he gratefully accepted. While they were drinking, Sameera laid the food on the table. From the corner of her eyes, she couldn’t resist the temptation of looking at Dileep.Though he was not good.