“Ok, thanks. I had lunch, by what time you guys will be able to make it,” Nisha aunty wanted to be sure as it was already confirmed that they will...be able to make it after 9 PM.“Don’t know it may be late, 10 to 11 PM, We are comfortable here, don’t worry. Take care and have proper dinner,”“Take care, I will be waiting,”“Ok, bye,” * long beep * signaling end of phone call. Nisha Aunty looked at wall clock which signaled 3:45 PM.Next look towards me she smiled as my cock was back in action. I. By then, my captive was as wide-eyed as a doe on the expressway."Do I call you Master?" she asked, her voice breaking as it rose in pitch. It was a small tell, but one that indicated she was losing herself in the game. Suppressing my smile, I finally gazed at my captive’s beauty.Secured to a bench, she was positioned at a height perfectly suited for her use in the upcoming drama. She must have been hideously uncomfortable. Her calves, well shaped and milky white as her ass, dangled off the. Once I was in my office and the door was close, a sign to my employees that I wasn't to be disturbed, I pulled out the note and finished reading it."I don't expect you to feel the same way at this point in time," it continued, "It would be unreasonable to expect a rational person to be in love with someone who has been thrust into their life with such disruption as I have entered your life. However, there is one thing that you should know about me, something that I have trouble admitting to. It was like a puzzle with an infinite number of parts: move one, and another was shifted out of place.“Ah!” Yael cried. “Gently, gently...”“Sorry,” I mumbled.“It’s okay.” She chuckled low in her throat, running her fingers through my hair. “I love your enthusiasm. She’s just – mmmm – very sensitive...”I pulled my lips up from her clit and pursed them, blowing a stream of warm air over her wet, throbbing center. “Better?”“Mmmm. Oh, that’s lovely. Yes.”I loved this: feeling her against my lips..