Unhone kaha, “Main apne husband aur Naveen se kya kahungi?” Mere dost ne kaha, “Aapko kisi ko kuch kahne ki jarurat nahi hai, Barkha. Aapko khus...hone ka pura haq hai. Aur ye jaruri nahi hai na ki aapko har bat sabse share karni ho.”“Aapki apni life hai aur aap enjoy kar sakti hai. Jab aapki neend nahi khuli thi usse pahle main aapki panty mein hath dalke aapki phuddi ragad raha tha. You were moaning that time.Mummy ne kaha, “I don’t remember. Mere dost ne kaha, “Moaning tabhi hoti hai jab ap. Walking over to it, dwelling on the silky feel of the panties and the bra, he opened it and saw that it was split in half, half was for Kristy's things and half for Thomas. He closed the half with Thomas's things and opened up wide Kristy's. It was full of dresses, some long some short but all extremely pretty. Reaching into the back he felt something very soft. Pulling it out, he was in love. It was a black little dress, satin on top and loose flowing material in the skirt almost like nylon. So we spread the kameez and t-shirt on the surface. She was wearing a sensualising white bra. I went behind her and started squeezing her boobs from behind. I then unhooked her bra and removed it. Her boobs were very tempting and was cup shaped. She has a cute little mole over her right nipple and her boobs were very spongy to press and play with it. Both of us were nude in our upper body.She then put her hands with authority on my dick and pressed it over my pant. I sitting besides her removed. I was always very proud of my allure (except my size too tiny) but finally, I touched the sublime, I was perfect. Violently narcissistic, and in love with my image, my Master took even more pleasure in degrading me, humiliating me, and making me feel the vilest whore in the world.Sometimes, the week-end, he would bring friends, or clients, and organize parties. I was exhibited there as a piece of meat, then brutally tortured in front of this public by my Master. The Master did not allow them to.