"Tell me what is going on."She put her head on my chest and sighed. "I'm so tired of pretending," she sighed very quietly. "And I'm sure some of my se...vants are in British pay."We sat thigh to thigh on a window seat, holding hands, and she poured out her discomfort with her way of life and her fears of the future. I consoled her with kisses and petting, arousing myself in the process until my hardness was difficult to ignore. She slipped to her knees between my legs, flipped open my foreflap. Uske suite ko uper kar ke uske boobs ko choosne laga. Maine pehli baar uski wo surkh pink nipple ko dekha, uske boobs bahut hi soft the jaise main icecream choos raha tha. Usko bhi maja aa raha tha lekin thori hi der main boli kahin uski didi naa aa jaye kyon ki bahut hi kam kapde the uske paas daalne ko.Mera man use chorne ko to nahi kar raha tha per dar to mujhe bhi tha, isliye chor diya. Lekin usse maine poocha fir kab milogi. To hans ke boli jaldi bataungi aur bol ke chali gayi. Mera man to. Her rose red lips stretched around him as she sucked all of his fingers and thumb to the knuckle. She could barely breathe for lust, her nose flared as she struggled to inhale. Her Master smiled at her, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before withdrawing his hand, he slapped her hard and she snapped out of the haze she had fallen into. “Suck my cock, bitch." She looked at his engorged dick and shook her head as much as her ties would allow. “That was an order, slut.” “No, Master.” He. "Don't change the subject," said Bob. "The point is I'm not Santa. Nobody is Santa. Santa doesn't exist. I know I just suffered some strange dream. I'm probably lying in a bed in a coma somewhere. And that's the point. I can't go back to my real life and wake up from that coma until you people admit that this is, in fact, just a dream. I'm sure that's how this coma business works. I've never been in a coma before, but it has to work something like that."He realized he was babbling and decided.