You lightly trace your fingers down my chest, my stomach, and lower still to my inner thighs. I can feel my body getting more turned on to your touch ...nd the mystery of what you will do with me. I can feel the heat from your hand grazing lightly over my pussy, barely touching, teasing me. “Do you deserve it?” you ask me.“Yes,” I reply.“Then show me.” you tell me. Knowingly, I get up and turn around to my hands and knees, offering my ass to you.“Good girl,” you tell me.Happy that I pleased you,. Tne baghitla pan kahi boli nahi.Tar me thoda pressure dila ani majya elbow ne tiche boobs dabu laglo khup ghar ani garmi hoti bus madhetar me rumal kadla ani gham pussu laglto tar tyat mi rumal kadhtan tichya hata thodasa dabla ani tichya thighs la pan ti..ajun khidkitunch bagaht hoti..mag me parat elbows properly place karun tichya boobs la dabat hoto.tila majja yet asavi karan mala janvala ki tine muth band keli ani majya thighs jawal hat hota..mag me achanak hat khali kela tar tine mala. “Hi Bridget. How are you honey,” Brian said. “Well hello there stranger nice of you to call,” she said as she tried to sound annoyed. At that very moment she felt Jamie’s hands on her hips and his naked cock on her spandex-covered ass as he slowly ground into her. “What was that,” Brian said through the phone as Bridget slapped Jamie away playfully. “Oh sorry honey the Mosquitos are bad today,” she replied. “Oh well I think we have some bug spray in the garage,” Brian continued. Bridget put her. That is how much I trusted him, my Master, my savior. I knew I might never see him again. I might never experience this again with anyone else. But that night, he was my Master, and I, his slave. I was thankful for it.He stroked my writs, his fingers easing into my skin, kneading it slowly to release any tension caused by the cuffs. I knew a bit about aftercare, but this was surreal. I moaned at his ministrations.After giving me back-to-back orgasms, inflicting pain, treating me like a real.