... A supple leather collar buckled around her neck, witha short chain bolted to a ring-bolt in the floor, forcing her to kneel withhead lowered; her ...nkles crossed and tied; the maddening discomfort from thebristly doormat, biting into her tortured knees; her mouth, crammed with animmense penis gag, which almost scraped the back of her throat. He had lefther here to think about her behaviour, about her lack of obedience. His voice made her start; it was deep, rich, but pleasant and soft,. The thoughts of us fill my brain and make my body tingle, putting a smile on my face; how will I ever know if our paths will cross again? My brain remembers the sound of her soft voice and her soft grey eyes burning into me, the instant arousal that came straight to me with just the mere thought of her eyes on me. My body aches with the thought of her perfectly shaped body hugged in her favorite white tank top; her long nicely toned thighs wrapped in the soft black spandex that she loved so. I used to masturbate thinking of her and sometimes used her cloths, I love the smell of my Chithi, and so I used a lot of her cloths when masturbating.I think she knew my intentions, because she used to give those sexy smiles when we’re alone. One day she was watching TV and I guess she was in pain, she said the calf muscles were paining due to the excess walk she did the day b4 when I asked. I instantly saw my opportunity to feel her legs and said that I’ll give a massage and she straight away. My wife, Cathy, was from the neighboring town. Blond, small bust, conservative. She was a great mother and wife. But she wasn’t my mother, the woman I had always secretly wanted to marry. Cathy didn’t like oral. She would suck my cock on “special occasions” even though I could tell she didn’t like doing it. She made sure to quit sucking before I could cum in her mouth. She cared even less for the rare occasions when she would let me eat her pussy, tensed up, and trying to get me to stop before.