She rose, gracefully untangling herself from his embrace. She slowly pulled her long skirt up, revealing a silky purple thong. Hooking her thumbs in t...e ribbons, she drew it down along her white thighs. His breath hitched. I’m clean, he ground out huskily, please tell me you are too. She smiled, enjoying her view of him spread before her, with his eyes needy as he gazed at her. Yes, and prepared too, catching his hand and drawing it to her wet pussy. He groaned deeply, loving the softness he. Times goes and we are now very good friends.We chat and talk a lot on phone, where we used to share 18+ msgs, she was very happy when I used to send her msgs like these.One night I was chatting with her and she told me send your pic now.Me- why?Jyoti- cmon bhejo naI send, where I wore shorts and sando.Jyoti- whistle! Hot lag rhe hoMe- tumse to kam he. Aap bhu bhejoJyoti- usne shorts and top pehna tha pura fitted.Me- meri to halat khran hogai dekhke, itni hot????????Jyoti- haha acha ajao fir.Me-. Our apartment. I hope I never get tired of how happy that makes me. Soon she had lunch placed at the table on only one plate again. I wrapped up writing everything through last night, and went to sit at the table. She settled on my lap.Lunch, like breakfast yesterday, was a sensual feast, only slightly diminished by the fact that we were both clothed. Even so, we were squirming a bit by the time we finished, I think if we'd played it out much longer, she'd have another skirt to clean and I. This was our true main weapon of choice.I had insisted that all of the men become experts in stick fighting because the stick looked less threatening to the average bystander and was less likely to attract deadly force. Little did the average Roman know of the lethal potential of the lowly stick in the hands of a trained fighter. A major reason for concentrating our defensive shield into the lowly buckler was to allow greater freedom of movement with the stick.Our Mistress' first need for her.