I don't know who lived there." It would be too odd to have found his house. But then again, it did seem familiar to me, and I knew exactly which neigh...orhood to lead us to... "Oh boy. Doc? Do you have a cat?"Alarm was clear on his face now as his eyes widened with his reply."My wife does. I hate the thing because it sheds too much and makes too much noise." After handing the gem back to me for safe-keeping, he began to walk swiftly to the exit of the warehouse. "I think I need to get home."I. Though at first I would jump out of the shower naked, in time we began to savior the intimate moments we had together. The build up was part of the sexual process for her. She always enjoyed seeing me in my boxers as this gave her a reason to imagine what was bellow. Though we men and women are different I have learned to respect the differences and play her subtle build up game. After all when she climaxed I felt a surge of pride of doing something good. I moved in the darkness to the bed. On my thirty-fifth birthday, a party was thrown for me at the dancing place my mom and I own. This was for our BDSM friends and family. VT was in a sexy leather and lace outfit that made me wet just looking at him. A few of the other ladies there commented and asked about having him that night. I said I’d consider it. During the party, I’d had a bit much to drink, my slave/sub rarely drank. I told him,“Slave VT, dance on the counter. He looked at me with some anger in his eyes but I train good. Mera to sara mud khrarab ho gaya .Tabhi maa ka phone a gaya boli kaisa hai sab maine kha kuch thik nahi hai bhavna mere baat sunte hi nahi hai ..Jaise use apne sasural jana hi nahi hai….Maa ne kha jara phone to de use ….Maine use jaise hi phone diya maa ne use daat laga di .Boli jaisa bhai khata hai kar wara is ghar se bhi tujhe nikal du ge…Bechar bhavna rone la ge aur mujhe phone de diya maine bola .Maa baad me baat karta hu..Fir maine bhavna ko chup karaya aur kha tujh sarma aati hai sab ke.