So I grabbed the opportunity to run as quickly as I can. I made it at her doorstep without her knowledge. She was surprised to see me. She thought I m...de a mistake for coming at her. I made her calm and there were 2 minutes of silence.I was checking her out. Let me describe her. She was in a red saree with open hairs. I was going crazy by looking at her. So I quickly grabbed her and kissed her on her lips. First, she was trying to pull me back. But after a few seconds, she was responding to my. Her pussy was already wet and probably leaving a dark spot between her legs. Shit, should have worn jeans. She closed her legs but this only put more pressure on the sensitive swollen lips of her pussy. She felt them slip around inside her panties. She was soaked! God, God, God! Ok, ok, just stop thinking about this. Think about dead puppies.The need for orgasm still clawed at her body. Her hand moved down again and she shoved it between her legs. She leaned over her book to make it look like. I feel it’s all part of his plan. After I think the longest ten minutes of my life my Master tells me to stand. I do straight away with my hands behind my back and boobs pushed out. He stands by one of the dining room chairs and demands I come over. I stand by it and he orders me to lean over it. I do of course but as I do I notice the straps on the legs. Master takes his time in tying me to the chair. My legs to the back legs and my hands to the top of the front legs. My boobs are hanging down. S[reading her fingers and pulling back over her swollen mound, exposing her wet, hard clit to my hungry eyes. She moaned as saw the look on my face. Her fingers reached down and two of them disappeared inside her. She closed her eyes and let her head rock back against the window. Her fingers moved slowly, just pushing against her opening. She pulled them out with a wet splashing sound. She moaned again and I watched as her fingers moved up over her clit.She played with her own pussy, her.