His eyes sparkled when he realized what I held in my hand. I gave it up with no argument. I don't love the belt, but I crave the attention.A few light...smacks, and my body melted back into the blankets.Yes, please. More, please. Now, please.But John Brownstone's mind was on a single track, and I wasn't it. Not in that moment.Give me a minute.I rolled over on my back, spreading my knees and thighs. My fingers stroked my outer labia. I could smell my arousal, all from a few whacks with a belt. And. "That's her version for public consumption. Actually, Kelley takes her panties off before we start the foot massage."Marcie opened her eyes and looked up at me. "Is it true that you prefer to give foot massages to back massages so you won't have to turn her over?" That part is accurate," I said.I was finishing her second foot with a toe twist when we heard the doorbell. "I'll recite The Sick Child another time," I said."Promise?" she asked as I left the room to answer the door.As usual,. I miss him, I miss his touch and fuck, I miss his wonderful cock. As I think of him, my mind drifts................I am not sure for how long I dozed off, but for the first time in my life, I went into a dream-like world. My body was highly aroused, ‘electricity’ buzzing to all the sensitive parts of my highly, eroticised body. I looked down to where my pussy was being set to full, emotional, sexual pleasure. Mum’s boyfriend had my legs spread wide and he was lavishly working his tongue. Harshada puri tarike se surrender kar chuki thi.Ab koi bhi aaye woh rukane wali nahi thi, uska hone wala pathi woh jag bhi jaye tabhi. Fir Harshada saree upar leke. Pandit ke thighs par baithi. Pandit ka penis ab puri tarike se Harshada ke wet chut ke andar tha.Harshada jor jor se upar neeche karne lagi. Pandit ne dheere dheere saree nikal di. Ab usne bra kholi. Harshada ab pri nangi ho chuki thi. Usne Harshada ko ghumaya aur uske samne Harshada ka face laya.Wapas baithe baithe hi pandit.