We didn’t go but our flirting continued like touching etc.Finally, she taken by hand and put on top of her thighs and start rubbing, I was trying to...take it to her private area and she helped me to do so, then I want to show my hardness and I taken her hand and inserted in my pant pocket which allowed her to access by manhood. Our eyes were saying so much but we couldn’t do much as train has other passengers and her son was sleeping in asile seat. So we get down at delhi station and her husband. " The steel in her voice let's me know it isn't a request. Next to her muscled body, so perfectly toned, I feel like a child. Kneeling down the feeling is compounded as I gaze up at her."During this time you are not my master. I am yours."I nod. "Yes Mistress Bitchcraft." Until I leave this room I am your mistress and your are a faggot. Say it!" She demands."You are my mistress and I am a faggot." My voice, normally stong and authoritative, grows timid.Above me Mistress Bitchcraft clicks her. Mummy ko dard hone lag gaya.Mummy ki aanko se aasu nikalne lag gaye but azaz nahi ruka wo kafi der tak mummy ke boobs ko apne hatho se masal raha tha.Mummy ne usko request ki plz aab mat karo mujhe dard ho raha hai.Azaz phir bhi nahi mana or mummy ke boobs ko chusne lag gaya .Kabhi left boobs muh mein leta to kabhi right boobs muh mein leta .Wo bade maje se mummy ke boobs ko chus raha tha.Mummy bhi usko apna boobs chuswa rahi tho or uske balo mein hath pher ke maje le rahi thi. Azaz ne mummy ko. It looked like it would mean a lot to Mr. Morton to have me there, and Mr. Morton was my friend.Neeka watched while Morton created the diamond design on his computer and applied it to the back of her jacket with his fancy automatic sprayer. They swapped techy jargon back and forth and pretty soon they were getting on like old friends. I amused myself by flipping through some of Morton's sketchbooks from a stack on a shelf in the corner of his workshop.Every one of the drawings was as good or.