"Not today slut, tomorrow. Still no cumming or cock playing." yes Mistress" was my only reply. that text made that day very long and uncomfortable.i...woke up the next day with a raging hard cock. i wanted so very badly to jerk it, rub it, slap it, something...anything. but i am an obedient slut and followed Mistress's orders and did nothing...to my cock. i pulled rubbed and slapped my balls till i couldn not stand it anymore and had to stop. i could not wait for what ever later had to. Iss par ridhima ne turant bola ki hamey to koi garmi nai lag rahi, to simran boli kyuki aapi bra net waali hai na, air conditioned. Iss mazak se main aur mummy hasney laggey !! Lekin mom ne kaha “to tu tab tak ridhima ki pehn le na net waali, ya fir meri bra pehn le” bus yeh baat kehney ki der thi ki yeh 3 aurtey bra pe discussion karney laggi vo bhi mere saamney ek dam besharmi se, waisey bhi mujhsey kaisi sharam ;) , simran turant boli “mom ridhima ka size dekha hai ,tarbooz size ke hai. I learned to fly, became good enough to make a career out of that, and so the worm turned. I think it was the railroad, really, and growing up around trains, that left me with the desire to move people around. Our house — the house I grew up in, the railroad built, the railroad sold to my grandfather and which was financed by the railroad — was on the southwest corner of Baldwin Street and Pullman Avenue. Tree lined streets with gas lights scattered on the corners, the pecan trees around our. That night!!!I was already horny and this turned me as well. I was waiting till 8 pm and I just bolted out of my room with tea as my excuse to escape from my friends.I went straight to my sister’s room which was open. I went inside and everything was scattered. My sister’s mini skirt and shirt were in different corners of the room. I was too horny and already started sweating I removed my shirt and pant and threw it to a corner of the room.Suddenly, I heard a moan from the bathroom which was.