Looking around the room she couldn’t see any signs of occupation, just the normal trimmings of a posh hotel room. Just as she completed her tour of ...he room the loud ring of the telephone made her jump. After three rings she picked up the receiver. “Hello Sophie, so good to see you have arrived safely”, said the deep male voice “Now please remove all your clothes and put them in the wardrobe, then when you fully naked, kneel on the floor facing away from the door. When I come into the room. Even that would have been generous by her standards. There was a lot more: utility lingerie but two very sexy pairs of bra and panties, half a dozen blouses and skirts (none of them short), several jerseys, two pairs of slacks, three dresses (one of which was clearly for evening wear), a mackintosh and a warm, fawn coat. He had also included a pair of stout outdoor shoes, two pairs of a house shoes, a pair of bedroom slippers and a pair of very smart high-heeled shoes for evening wear. There. Koi heavy bat se mujhe mare, ya me apne khula hua goal post dikha ke goal karne ka offer du. To kya socha khula hua goal post zada mazadar hai na? Ab kya batau tumko, football ki to mai bari deevani thi. Mere ghar ke samne football maidan tha, jaha mohalla ke sare jawan larke khelte the. Aur me dekha karti thi har rozz apni balcony me khare ho kar un jawan lando ko.Par me to tis sal ke vidhwa aurat hu is lie koi mujhe dekhta nahi tha. Mujhe to kisi na naam bhi nahi janti thi. Par unme se jo. Finally the object being pushed inside her was still and she held her breath waiting for it to be removed. It was filling her so full that she could barely breath. The object was then moved slowly out of her only to be shoved quickly back in before she could get any relief from it’s removal. Over and over her Master fucked her with it. Each stroke getting harder and harder. Letting go of it while it was buried deep inside her, her Master reached under her ribs and took hold of the chain.