The only ‘identity’ that you care about is this – SLAVE. Specifically, SLAVE F-21. Does that mean you’re My 21st female slave? Do I have male ...laves as well? None of that matters to you now, physically and mentally stripped down as you are to your core slavery. All that matters is Service and Obedience, the two things that lead you to ultimate sexual pleasure. Pleasure that you reinforce with the phrase, ‘Yes, My Owner, I Obey.’ Are the two of us alone here, or is there someone else with us?. .usne fir double meaning baat suru kr di…mom smile de rhi thi…usne mom ka braclet dekhne ke bahane mom ka haath pakad liya aur kiss krli….mom ne ussey daanta…….usne apne dono haath mom ki thighs par rakh diye….mom ne muh se uuufffffff ki…..aur uthke jane lagi………lobby mai andhera tha…..pichli side ground tha……usne mom ko pichey se pakad liya aur kaha plz meri girlfriend ban jao….mom mmana krne lag gyi….usne mom ki suit ki jip khol di aur bra ka hook nikaal diya….mom ne boobs loose hoke latak. She looked back at him and pulled him up to kiss him she loved the bitter sweet flavor of her own juices on his face and she kissed and sucked with a frenzy her own hands unbuttoning his shirt and removing his belt, the buttons of his pants. Her hands clawing and clenching at the firm flesh of his chest and back, she dragged her nails on the firm curve of his ass, she found herself on her knees as she kissed lovingly on his cock. Her fingers wrapping lovingly around it she bushed her lips with. Thomas's labored breathing slowed down. Anne moved her hands to the other pair of pants, and continued making Thomas try them on as if nothing had happened. "Come now, lets me see how these be fitting."Thomas did everything Anne instructed him to do as he modeled for her. Over the next half hour he had a start of a wardrobe. Anne made sure he dressed the part as an upper-class businessman.Thomas did as he was instructed, before working on his next days plans. Anne waited by the his side, before.