He teases my clit with the brush, circling it, stroking it, and running the tip of the brush along the ridge of my hood. My moans grow louder with eac... stroke. ‘ Please… Master… please’ I beg Him. He chuckles again. ‘ Oh, not yet, my sweet. We need to discuss something first.’ I try to focus on His words. That sounds to me like the start of a punishment lecture. ‘Haven’t we discussed communication?’ He asked. I nodded wordlessly. ‘And did you communicate to me how you were feeling?’ I shook. As his lips found her legs, she fell back on the bed, allowing her body to feel things she had thought long dead. His lips found her thighs, gentle nibbles, and as if of their own accord, her thighs began to spread. She felt the heat growing between her legs, the pressure building, the desire come alive. His lips found the edge of her panties…slowly putting pressure on that secret place of hers. Her breath was getting ragged, the sounds from her throat continued to surprise her. He gently. Main: Offo tushaar, mujhe sharm aa rahi hai.Tushaar: Ye batao woh tumhare andar kaise ghusate hai.Main aankhe chaodi kar muh par hath rakh boli: Oh, tum aise kaise bol sakte ho.Tushaar: Ab tum itna sharma rahi ho to fir kya karu? Ab batao.Main: Woh… woh… woh mere upar aakar dalte hai aur hilte hai aur mere andar chorne ke baad woh thak ke so jate hai.Tushaar: Aur?Main: Aur! Aur kya… ho gaya na?Tushaar: Sach kahu to tumhare pati ko kafi pitaayi ki zarurat hai.Main: Woh kyu?Tushaar: Agar Mercedes. "Sure. Give us about five minutes."Bozo was waiting to go downstairs as soon as we opened the door. I just stood there at the top of the stairs as he went into the back yard and did his best to distribute his urine evenly among four bushes, one chimney and a couple of trees before scratching and coming back up the stairs. Vivian was right; that was pretty pathetic. But were our lives as members of a family really as bad as that? And was her life of no commitments that much better?I gave him a.