There’s a reason ‘mutt’ rhymes with ‘slut.’” Withdrawing his fingers, he sniffed them before tasting the fruit of his labor, smirking down...at her. “My, but what a sexy little moan. I want to hear more of that.”Lowering his head, his voice grew dark and gruff in her ear. “I’m going to have my way with you, pet. I’m going to fuck you how I want to. You can either enjoy it or resist it. I’d rather you enjoy it, but either way, it won’t change the fact that you’re mine now.”Whining through clenched. He was surprised when he enter in my bedroom. It was well decorated with flowers and candle lightning, my bed was decorated with roses all over it. And I was sitting in the middle of my bed with well dressed in my wedding saree, with jewellery all over. I wore artificial golden color long earrings, large round nose ring with mangalsutra, mangtikka (a jewellery in the middle of hair and forehead), lots of bangles, and hand chain. I was well makeup’d with dark red lipstick, kajal in my eyes, and. So I went back. Back to the mountain, sat down and waited.Who knows how long I sat there waiting. A year? A day? A century or two? Who the hell knows. I certainly didn't have a watch, couldn't even produce one. And who was around to tell or give me the correct time, or even what the hell day it was anyway?So I just sat there and waited. And wondered. And then the last thing in the world I had ever expected to happen happened. I looked up the hill and saw a young woman walking towards me. She. Seemed professionally decorated. I could smell paint so i think it was just recently done. She noticed my interest in the design and began to talk about it. Sitting on the couch having one long boring conversation after another and yet i didnt care. I couldnt help it anymore. I leaned forward for a kiss and put my hand on her leg. The moment our lips touched slightly i felt her body tremble. We began to kiss slowly and passionately. I loved the feeling of her soft lips against mine. My hands.