Yvoine would never admit to having heard anything. He smiled at Sara. ‘What?’ she asked. ‘It’s good you’re in love with her.’ She looked a... him quizzically. ‘I don’t understand…’ ‘You need to love her. A mistress needs to love her slave, otherwise this is just all play. This is my life and how I want to live. I want to live a reality, not a fantasy.’ ‘I thought you’d be angry for falling in love with her.’ ‘Do you still love me?’ he asked her. Sara’s hesitation was only because of her. She was a good dancer and way better than what Rekha had imagined."Shake your boobs," Chintu kept telling her.She lifted her arms up and shook her torso."Bend down more," Chintu suggested.She bent low and shook her breasts in rhythm. Her boobs shook and jiggled.She stopped and asked Chintu, "Is it okay?" Yes."She bent low and brought her shoulders close so that the breasts showed all the way as possible. The way she bent down, the breasts hung free pulled by their weight and jiggled freely."Is. My skin wasextremely sensitive, and I had an overall feeling that my body wasdifferent. This all went along with what Brad told me before I wentunder, and this made me panic. My heart raced from a huge dose ofadrenaline.So here I am, waking up and tied so my ankles and wrists are stretchedout by ropes. I can't see anything, but as I started to struggle, I heardBrad's voice again."Wake up, sleepyhead. You have been out for over three months, so wethough we would help you stretch a bit," he. It was tight but hot and wet. She moaned softly and got down on her knees to suck me. The minute my cock went into her mouth she looked up at me and half smiled. We both knew it wouldn’t be long before I shot my load but this time she would be ready. Stroking me while she sucked my cock was sending me over the edge too quickly. I grabbed hold of her hand and she stopped stroking. It took a few second for the wave of cum to subside enough for her to continue sucking. The sensation was too.