” Two men in tight, black jeans come to get me. A spotlight follows them. Mistress K is already seated on stage. She is wearing a black leather ...utfit that is somewhere between a swimsuit and lingerie. It is cut very low between her breasts and very high on the thighs. She is also wearing a mask. Her mask has cat ears. I think it is modeled after Catwoman from the Batman movies, but I have never asked her.I don’t know Mistress K’s name. Actually, I know nothing about her, and she knows. She tucked her head into my shoulder and I started to kiss down her neck lightly all the time taking it easy in case she wanted to stop. As my lips started to run lower towards her nipples my hand and fingers were running upwards towards her thong. I could feel the turmoil in her body wondering if she could stop me, infact wondering if she wanted to. Her legs opened so that my hand could gain access to her pussy. My tongue had her nipples rock hard as I kept working on them. I eased her thong. ” She allowed him to hold her for a moment and she rested her head against his chest, inhaling his manly scent and the hint of expensive cologne. Her breathing had just about returned to normal but her face was still flushed, angry and embarrassed. His fingers curled under her chin as he lifted her face to his and kissed her cheek. “You are a very beautiful woman,” he said, wiping away a tear with his thumb. He leaned down and kissed her mouth, pulling her close to his hard, young body. It felt. Ek din usne btaya ki use kisi ne purpose kiya hai aur use bhi wo pasand ye phli bar laga jaise mughse kuch chootne wala aur mere dil par dhak se laga. Ye kahani aap desi kahani dot net par padh rhe hai.Mai samjh nhi paya ki ye kyo ho rha she is my frnd mughe uski khusi mai khus hona chahiye par mai udas kyo hu isi udhed biun mai rat bhar nind nhi aai, maine socha ki khuch din juli ko bhul padhai par dhyan dudu aur na to kisi se milunga na kisi aur ka phone uthaunga par ye meri sabse badi bhool.