He starts just below my breasts as he manipulates the rope into a harness. I hear the murmurs of the voices beating against the fog of my mind. But my...master sweeps them away with his touch. My pussy spasms as I feel the rope being dragged across my dripping lips. I wish I could see the intricate design my master has created.A sharp slap comes across my breast, causing me to cry out. With a rough hand, my master’s palm captures me, rubbing his thumb along my nipple. Before I can respond, he. Then she told me to bring her some water and i went to the kitchen and put some water to a glass and just turned back to bring the water to her, she was behind me in the kitchen. and just took the glass and drunk half of the glass and handed the glass to me and said to drink the other half as a promise.i rejected to drink the half glass and she was little angry about it and said is it dirty after drinking her? and i said no .. then drink it she said . i said no again. then she was angry and. A storm was lurking and they were headed right for it.The bus made its first stop at a tourist trap with fast food joints and shops. Dakota spent all her money on the ticket and had no money for food, though her stomach was growling. She used the bathroom, as the one on the bus smelled funny and she didn’t like the lack of privacy. She washed herself as best as she could, getting the dirt off her face, and trying to tame her frizzy, blonde hair. A few of the passengers who were on the bus met. I had different sexual experiences in india, with foreign girls (arab,Turkish,Latin) and some indian women this incident was one of them on a Monday Morning it was around 1:30 pm and casually dressed in red v-neck T-shit and blue Jeans and I’m 5’11, Muscular and I’m in a clean diet and I workout regularly I went to the Super market to get some brown bread wich I use always (as its a healthy slow digesting carb) and when I went to the food section. I saw a beautiful girl standing and reading the.