She: It’s enough.She: Do you know what I like doing after some sweaty exercise? I like masturbating. And you will sit right there watching me orgasm...with your limp cock. You are not allowed to touch yourself. Got it, slave?Me: Yes, Mistress.She: Move your tongue out like a dog does and sit there on the floor. After I am done, if you are lucky, I will let you lick away my love juice.Me: Yes, Mistress.My girlfriend perched herself on the bed and afforded me a full view of her pussy and started. This sex story is about me and my best friend. Her name is Riya. She is the most beautiful girl I have ever met. We were childhood friends. We grew up together, played together and did all things together. Luckily we got the same college after school, although our branches were different, but we hang out together always.This incident happened when we were in college. I never had bad intentions for her. I knew she loved me, she knew I loved her, but we never proposed each other. One day I was. The book store was located in a particularly posh and refined part of Paris. I permitted her to wear her chemise over the leather harness and bells. My mother ran behind the cart while we sat with the shopkeeper and laughed at her stumbles. If we stopped, I insisted she high step while we sat idle and waited.She received many scandalous looks from the highborn men and women but smiles as well. Her tits and buttocks were often exposed when she high stepped.I leafed through the smutty Magazine. 'Knickers too' he said, I hesitated and the belt lashed across my bare breasts, I quickly ripped down my knickers then pulled off my top and bra and stood fully exposed, shivering in fear and excitement with my tiny shaven pussy, my mothers belly stretch-marks and my bare breasts on full display. They smiled at me then told me to get over the table, I stood naked and defiant so they grabbed me forcing me over the table, my bra tied my hands behind my back and I realised how much trouble I was.