Your humble and ever obedient slave, NightShade His response took longer. Aisha thought maybe she took it too far. But when the page showed she ha... a message she felt giddiness as she opened and read it. Nightshade, I cannot think of you as a slave. While your fantasies may have a high level of the BDSM lifestyle, your ultimate fantasies are about being tortured and finally snuffed out. I see you as a Qurbani. A sacrifice waiting for the ritual to begin. One I am most willing to give. I made a plan I told them pls. I am a virgin spare me and I am just a school girl I said I will let you press my balls but pls. Don’t put your dick inside me. They felt pity on me and one of them said to the other “chodte nahi hai re upar upar se maja le le kuch lafda bhi ho sakta hai ache ghar ke lagti hai” they told me to take out my top. They started pressing my boobs and my nipples through my bra and they were pressing it so had that I was feeling pain they turned it all red they told me to. You tell him once more "don't go anywhere" and leave the room. Him throbbing so hard and cock drenched in your cum.You see me standing at your sofa and I beckon you over. You go to speak and I put my lip to your finger and gently shush you.I push you onto the sofa and you part your legs without any command as you're trying to tell me that's where you need me. I thrust into you and fuck that pussy hard and fast, that aggressive slaps almost loud enough for you to be caught, my hand firmly over. Joan didn't know what I had in mind, but she was now willing to follow me wherever I led. She reacted favorably to the light pressure I had put on her clit with the heel of my hand as I had checked her lubrication level, so she was disappointed when I moved my hand to get into my favorite position.Joan was again surprised when I raised her ankles to rest them on my shoulders, but she did not object when I began to bathe my cock in the pussy juices that were filling her pussy slit. I wanted her.