”“As you wish, my love.” And he starts walking into shore. Her legs still wrapped around him and his cock still penetrating her cunt. She protes...s but he doesn’t give in to her. He senses that the playful teasing and challenging is safe once again. And, although he has just cum inside her, the movements of the walking, her weight on his body and cock, keeps him quite hard inside her. And the pressure of her on him puts stimulation directly onto her clit. Her clit that is now raw and. He was a big man. He had wide shoulders, he was tall and he has the biggest dick I've ever seen. I saw him naked once, when he was taking a shower and I walked in. He wasn't ashemed at all, he acted normally, like he's not naked in front of his 10 year old son. The women he was fucking was rather hot. She had big tits (probbably fake!), sexy ass and blond hair. She was still wearing high heels. After a while, I realised that I have an erection! I looked at their sweet love, remembered the. I was also alone at my place at that time. She was lying on her sofa watching a daily soap. She was a blue saree with a matching blouse. She used to wear her saree below the navel. Her pallu had dropped down and her cleavage was seen. I had the urge to squeeze those boobs. She looked like a sex goddess to me and I could feel my dick rising. Sensing the opportunity, I went to her place directly and closed the door behind me. She was also aware of the reason for me being in her house. I told her. That part of my new role was not hard. I wasn't bad at cooking anyway. What was more difficult was doing it while kept restrained by the heels, corset, and nails. I soon concluded that men had designed these things, and made their women wear them, precisely to keep them restricted and subservient. At first I continued to think about escape. I began to realise, however, as the day wore on, that it wasn't just the clothes, the chain or the signed contract that kept me there. There was another.