I miss you. I miss your fucking. I miss the way you just took me as and when you desired. I miss the nights we had together when you would fuck me as ...ou pleased. I miss how you would just change positions partway through our fucking; you were just satisfying yourself with my body any way and any how you wanted. You found my submissive side. I like to be just taken; fucked and used. You do that so well Darling. You don’t have to ask me if Danny can watch us and neither do you have to ask me. He has a stockings fetish and it's one I don't mind encouraging; nylons definitely accentuate my legs in a flattering way.A wicked idea finally popping into my head and giving me courage, as I sent Jake to drop the k**s off I whispered to him, "Hurry home. You're going to love your Christmas present this year," I am, am I?" he asked, always enjoying whatever new lingerie I first introduced to him on Christmas Eve."Oh yeah," I nodded, as I slyly squeezed his cock and gave a huge hint at my. Again we stayed the night in a hotel, both worried, as we had no where else to go. Money was limited and whatever Subhash had was just not enough to support both of us for more than a week. I had only one set of clothes and was unable to change into anything fresh.Subhash took me to his parents, early next morning. His parents were shocked to see both of us. When Subhash informed them that he had married, they just kept quiet. We were still standing on the courtyard of their house. Then I saw. I was then pulled up by the waist band of the skirt till I was standing, my eyes were watering, but I knew it was what I had been told. He stood close to me I could see, the swelling in his trousers. I was even more turned on now. “You okay my beautiful little slave?” His voice was once again warm. I nodded; speaking would bring tears to the surface. My master then unzipped his trousers to reveal his cock. It was stiff and a lot wider than the picture showed. “Come with me bitch.” The.