He smiled, clearly pleased with himself as he began feathering kisses from my collarbone, creating a trail down my arm. He spoke again, his voice clea... and knowing. "I told you not to do it, but you didn't listen."His body separated from mine and he made his way across the bedroom. I lay in the comfort of the bed and admired my handiwork, a series of deep angry red marks etched into his back. The whole situation really was my fault I suppose. I had been sending flirty texts and teasing comments. Master approached me and pressed his leather clad body against me.Unfortunately it was my back he was pressing against. However, ashamedlyI rubbed myself against him and I soon felt his bugle pressing againstmy cheeks. Our bodies were moving in time with the music and his hands were gropingand caressing my rubber clad curves. He touched everything except myhard swollen cock.He broke off to pick up the lit candle on the coffee table. Standingbefore me he held me at my waist and began to pour the. The cold air was blowing from the windows I put hand around her waist and inserted my hand in her top from below to which she felt anger at first den we she found nobody was seeing she was comfortable am I started fondling her breast n fingering her navel to which she in return started rubbing my dick above my pants and I checked again and found all the passengers in the bus were slept to my luck and then I untied her knot of salwar and put my hand in her panty an started rubbing her pussy it. ”It’s just a temporary solution. Besides it is our god. I’m doing it for good only. Its okay I think.” He said and took hold of my hand pulling me behind the huge ganesha idol.The room, as usual was dark, with oil lamps on both sides. It was giving a spiritual feel as the scent of the garlands made of rose and Jasmine decorated the idol. The floor was filled with rose petals, new and old, that came off the garlands. There was more than enough space for two of us to stretch behind the God’s.