I removed my t shirt and she started licking my body and then opened her pallu. Vow!!! What a sight it was. Two big melons for me, inviting me to pres... and suck them.I started to remove the hooks one by one, I was getting hard slowly. Now I pulled her bra down and two hills were completely visible. I really got crazy and started to suck them with full speed and she started moaning like a bitch. The she removed her saree and she was in her petticoat.I again started to kiss and chew her lips like. She’d found it hard to restrain herself - she got so wet when she was with him she brought a spare pair of pants on every date. But now they were together, she knew the time had come. She was nervous - he’d fallen for such a nice, sweet girl. How would he react when he saw her slutty body with her dripping went pussy. Would he think she was a slut like everyone else? No, she knew him. She trusted him. He invited her to his flat and she was glad to see he lived alone - she wouldn’t have to. "Oh, I think that I can manage," Belial sneered menacingly, before the human firefighters arrived, all stunned to silence by this scene."How so? You have no traps!" Azazel croaked."That's where you're wrong!" Belial declared, jumping out of the fire, while Maurice angrily ordered the men to put out the fire. Acting on habit and instinct, they simply complied like sheep.The hoses came on and the God's meaning was manifest, as the water put out the flames and caught Azazel in his fiery state. The. He knew he could leave no marks…no permanent ones any way. Once again he went to the dresser and picked up the next item.Flash, flash, flash. She heard the click of the camera as he took pictures of her in this so submissive position. She protested and struggled against the restraints. But she knew that the pictures were for her and him. No faces, just body shots of her…like this. Tied up, breasts tied and clamped. Covered in red welts. His submissive woman.She lay there her wrists and ankles.