"I thought you'd have all of yours written by now," she said with a flush growing within her cheeks.I laughed. She was obviously aroused, whatever she...had written, regardless of how simple, or perhaps how detailed her desires might be. The fact she was so willing to write them, in order to share them was a luxury I was enjoying and seeing."I'm still thinking," I offered lamely, as though I didn't already have a head filled with naughty little desires."Yeah right," she grinned back. "Come on,". Without much thinking she stormed forward, trying to rip the phone out of my hands. Being much bigger than her, I just held my arm high up into the air over my head and laughed when she tried to grab and pull it down. In the process her breast made contact with my body and rubbed it ever so slightly while she was stretching herself to reach the phone with her hands. By now my penis was fully erect and demanding for more action. I enjoyed her breasts a few seconds longer before it was time for. Yes, I could have commanded you to lay down and taken what was mine at any time. But that would make you a slut. And even though I call you slut when we play, I do that because it turns you on, not because that is what I think of you. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master. Thank you," she said. "Submission - being a submissive, is about giving yourself to me. Not my taking it from you. You have to give yourself over to me, at your pace and on your terms. People often look upon BDSM - or more. To maine unko box utar kar bahar chala gaya fir wo chai lekar ayi unhone yellow suite pehan rakha tha pehle to unhone Unke bete ke baren men pucha fir uske baad wo puchti ki tumhari koi gf hai ..maine kaha haii fir wo uske baren puchne lagi or achanak unhone pucha ki tumne uske sath kabhii kuch kiya haiii mai shock me a gaya maine kaha nhiiiii wo fir mere pass akr baith gayii fir unhone mujhse pucha ki tumhe pata hai ki sex kaise karte haii maine kaha hmm thoda bhott fir mere ek dam pass akar.