The whole of her chest area was wet with my saliva. I started sucking her nipples over her spaghetti and bra copiously. Her spaghetti was now complete...y wet. I had left a little bit of room between us.Sandy, with one hand, was playing with my dick inside my boxers, and with the other, she was rubbing her clit over her panties. I was crazily working at her boobs. Mauling them, squeezing them, licking her cleavage, sucking her nipples.I should say her torso was almost wet with my saliva. And to. Warna woh shayad bach nikle.Main: Hmmm theek hai theek hai, ab aap jaiye. Main nahakar aati hun.Amit bhaiya: Nahana? Abhi?Main: Haan wahi body wash karke. Bahut paseena paseena sa lag raha hai.Amit bhaiya: Ayse kya kar rahi thi jo paseena paseena ho rahi thi, hahaha!Main aage bad kar unhe darwaze ke taraf dhakelti hui boli: Offo, aapna poore dirty minded ho, chaliye jaiye ab.Amit bhaiya: Bolo to main nahla doon kya? Hahaha!Main unki gand par cheeti kaat unhe darwaaze tak pahunchakar boli:. There's no hurry to go anywhere, not without Mistress, and I use the time and the silence to think about what has happened to me. I'm still trying to figure out why I submitted to her, why I willingly, no, eagerly even, do whatever she tells me to do. If anyone had told me two months ago that today I'd be kneeling naked, legs spread, pussy exposed and tits thrust forward, waiting patiently for my Mistress, I'd have shown them the way not to the next whiskey bar but to the nearest funny farm.And. "Yes sir."When I got back, he was standing by the bed waiting, with his ever ready tube of lube in his hand. "Turn around and bend over," he ordered.I did as he asked, feeling like a head of livestock about to be auctioned. This certainly wasn't very romantic, I thought, as I felt him push one well-lubed finger up into me. He'd had his thumb there a few times before, but always just a little ways. This time it felt like he had jammed his whole finger into me. A moment later I felt a second.