Avan thalai mudiyai pidithukonde kuthiyai avan vaaiyil vaithu theithen. Inbamaaga irunthathu, enaku pothum endru thondrum varai nakinaan aanal en kuth...yil vinthu vara vilai.Nan arujunai en poolai en kuthiyil vidu da endru sonen, avanum en meethu paduthu sexyaaga poolai kuthikul irakinaan. Sunniyai pundai meethu vaithathum athu muzhuvathum en pundaikul irangiyathu. Arjun muthal muraiyaaga oopathaal avan porumaiyaaga oothu sugathai anuba vaithaan. Aanal enaku hardcore theavai patathu.Ennal avan. Even the servant taking her to the table was entirely proper. He stood, his hand cupped over her ass and asked her if he might.He did of course and it was a wonderful groping accompanied by a sensual biting of the back of her neck. There was an extra thrill this being the first time she had been the play thing of a servant. She wondered if he faced a similar struggle with his inner slut taking care of her needs as a noble while exploiting her body. She hoped his experience with her helped face. I felt the restraints being removed and one of the women tugged my chain and I stood up promptly. “You see…it only took the flogging and some cropping…and he now responds and handles wonderfully.” I beamed with pride, but I didn’t know why.Hands ran over me. Not of the Mistress, but someone else. I didn’t quite know how to respond. “It’s OK, slave. Let her touch you. I’m here, it’s allowed.” Despite myself, I instantly calmed and let the stranger caress me. Her hands weren’t as soft, not as. “Holy shit.”She had no idea whose exclamation. All she knew was it mirrored her own thoughts. Before she’d had a chance to catch her breath she felt a tongue lapping at her cum filled pussy and her button of pleasure, sending her, once more, towards impossible heights, the effects of the hashish drifting like clouds through her head, tickling her brain. She reached down, her fingers tangling in silken hair, her back arching, hips rocking and rolling as she ground them against the magical.