“Go ahead slave, continue…” Before she got another word out my tongue was circling her rosebud, playing with the dark brown sensitive hole. “...h fuck!!!!!!!!!” Two of my fingers slide up her snatch as I give her a thorough back door tongue bath. Her body is squirming uncontrollably now, as her juices gush all over my pistoning digits. She is about to come, but I haven’t given her permission to. “Don’t you dare come, you little slut. Master will tell you when it’s time!” I stand up and lean. Yaaarooo. Kafi der tak karta rha fir neck ko lick karne laga vo moon kar rhi thi ufff or sath hi sath mujhe tightly hug karne lagi or kaan mai paas aakar boli ki mai tumhe 1 day se like karne lagi thi., phir maine use bola tumne bataya kyu nhi or kall kya gande kaam kar rhi thi teeno , usne sorry bol kar kiss karne lagi ,mai bhi sath dene laga ,phir usko neck kiss karne lagya uske uper aagya ,or neck lick karte karte slowbottom lick karne laga vo tarapne lagi leg shivering karne lagi mere hair. Once in, he began to pull atsome laces, and more pressure worked its way over my ankle and up my leg.Then, he did the other foot. The heel were high and awkward. Actually,high doesn't begin to describe it. These were no normal high heeledboots. They were some kind of contraption. The heels were so high thatmy foot was pointed nearly straight down just to reach the ground at thesame level. I was now familiar with high heels, but these must have beennine or twelve inches, or even longer. I. After dinner I putmy apron on and then cleared his plates first and when I came back toget mine he had already left and gone into the living room.There I was back in the kitchen making him coffee. I don't evendrink coffee. Another thing I realized was the coffee was organic. Sohe's a health nut I thought. I don't care what kind of nut he was aslong as he was a gone nut.When the dishes were washed by hand, I dried them, put them away andcarried his coffee out to the living room. No, I don't have.