He is in control, my body is his. A sense of contentment washes through me and I breathe in deeply. The smell of the room hits me fully now, the wood ...olish, the leather, the subtle spicy scent of my Master's cologne that he sprays onto the wood to help "mark" his territory. Yes, this is my place, to serve him.I glance over at my partner in crime. She is standing wide eyed as she gazes about the room. Not in fear, although I am sure that may be running through her a bit as well. No, her look is. He kissed my neck and whispered ‘Let me put my cock in your ass’. I giggled and told him to go and get some lube.He wasted no time and I slid off the worktop and bent over the kitchen table. He lubed up my ass and cock with some durex play and pushed against my puckered arse. He met resistance and he tried to push gently, avoiding me any pain. I began to wonder if I could even take his huge cock up my ass. He rocked his hips back and forth to try and open up the initial few inches of my ass. He. So I decided to go with Ammi.It was peak rush time due to multiple festivals etc. So finding a bus or any mode of travel was very difficult. And since it was decided at the last minute that we’d go, we also didn’t have time for the reservation. As the journey was only 2-3 hours, we decided to go on an unreserved bus.Ammi was wearing a golden color salwar kameez which was pretty decent, nothing much special. As we reached the bus stand getting a bus itself looked daunting forget getting a seat.. His parents were asleep. Candles were lit, the navy sheets smelled fresh, and we were making out for the first time in complete privacy. We were giggling naked and rolling around. I still didn't have sex in mind — I thought body-kissing and fingering was fun enough for the moment. He had different ideas about what to do with the naked female frolicking in his bed. In Judy Blume, on the online forums, and on television, guys asked before they went in; it just didn't occur to me that my boyfriend.