Even after being fairly rich, Nidhi preferred to all the housework by herself. Three hours later, and she was exhausted with her body sore. Yashika wa...ked down, approaching her.“Everything all right, mom?” she asked.“I am all right, dear, but my muscles are sore from all the work,” said Nidhi.“Hmm, mom, I think you should get a massage,” she suggested.“I am not really in the mood for driving to a massage parlor beta. Those places are notorious for sex rackets,” said Nidhi, dismissing the. I tried to hide my bare clevage from theworld, though it was both futile since was resistant to the idea oftouching my smooth skin and more conspicuous to those passing by. In fact,I'm almost positive I got more looks because I was half-touching myselfthan I would have if I'd just acted normal. Then again, I felt like I wasalready getting quite a bit of male attention. There were a number of boyswandering around, after all. It was a beautiful autumn afternoon. I wasslightly chilled with my bare. I leaned my head back and thought of Nikki. Nikki would want to see this. What kind of show would she like? I slowly stroked the entire length as Nikki ran through my mind. Sweet Nikki, Nasty Nikki, Nikki the Dom, Nikki the Sub, Nikki covered in cum and then in lace and satin. Nikki with other men and then again with women. I peaked several times over the course of about forty minutes but stopped stroking each time to squeeze the base and prolong the pleasure. Each time I edged to the brink of. "Stop it. Bad girl."I used everything in my remaining power to cease my thrusting against Mistress' gloriously smooth, long fingers. It was like trying to stop yourself from taking a sip of water, when your dying of thirst and the cup is tilted against your lips."I'm fucking you, not the other way around, understand?" Mistress instructed.Her shrill tone froze me to the core. I felt like a helpless, little girl, just wanting not to be in trouble. I trembled as I responded."Yes, my mistress. I.