He did the same with the other leg; slowly, methodically… it was almost ritualistic. I felt every part of the pads of his hands, his fingers, caress...the naked flesh of my legs and rise up from my ankles, to my thighs, under the dress, caressing the curve of my waist, coming up to allow my back to feel his hands against me, enclosed in his embrace, his arms reaching around me under my dress. His embrace pulled my body in to meet his, allowing me to feel him against me for the first time. His. That I can surrender enough of myself to get off on painis a clinical process. A process that every person, trained as a pleasure slavelike I was, knows how to do. We can sublimate ourselves and go beyond. Thisis a game we sexual masochists play not only with the Top/Dominant but withour own bodies and our own minds. We have to be able to lose ourselves and stillpay attention to the wishes, instructions and needs of our tops. Their desiresare foremost to the true sub in a service scenario. A. I began to stammer. She said that she had had fantasies that it was about her, and that she had fantasized that we had had sex right in bathroom. Then she sat on my lap and my stiff cock poked her in the leg. She said, “So, it was about me.”I said, “Yes, I have had many fantasies about you.”She began to stroke my cock and I asked about her husband. She said, “He is out of town on business. Don’t worry about him.” Then she leaned over and kissed me. Her hand felt so good on my cock, I could not. It’s been nice to meet you all thru ISS once again. I have been a regular reader of ISS and I have so far posted 3 stories in ISS. Now it’s time I pen down my 4th story which happened to me in the last week of December 2014.To give a small intro about myself, I’m 6ft tall, black guy. I’m from southern part of Tamilnadu. Recently moved to Chennai. I have been working in the field of sales for more than 6 years. I love matured ladies a lot and I love to do groping in buses or any crowded.