Matt reached out and grabbed me by both arms.It was in that split second that something happened. There was a meeting of our eyes, there was a brief m...ment of connection, and then we kissed.And the brief affair, if that's the correct terminology, began.I left Matt's house that morning with my legs shaking, and my mind in a state of confusion. I got indoors, dumped the shopping, and flopped into an armchair.My knickers were soaking from Matt's spunk seeping from my pussy, my dress was creased. On a more urgent subject, she promised her endorsement on a bill declaring Cloudrest a State Historical Site. More money for my growing non-profit restoration fund.In related news, PBS was trying to contact me. Their long-running show, This Old House, wanted a piece of the restoration project. That was a bit of a problem, since the main house was already parceled out for design competitions. Still, there was the odd single room building. They were interested in that.No one had ever come up with. Jab bhi wo mujhe chodta hai to aksar tumhari baaten karta rahata hai. To kya dekha? Abhi to sirf choochee chhuwa hai. Ab tumhara choot dekhungee. Aur usne mera petticoat kholna shuru kar diya. Sari to main pahle hi khol kar soyee thee, aur pantie bhi naheen pahni thi. Phir usne mera blouse aur bra bhi khol diya. Ab Shalu meree choochiyon ko baaree baaree se chusne aur masalne lagi. Mera ek choochee us ke munh men tha aur ek choochee ko apne ek haath se maslte ja rahi thi. Ab dhire dhire uske. But don't brand me there."I nodded. That was it then. She'd been broken. She was mine now. I grabbed her left breast roughly and pressed the brand into the underside of it. There was a sound of hissing flesh, quickly drowned out by her shriek. I removed the brand and threw it back into the brazier. She kept screaming."You've been on the verge of coming for two days. Now I'm going to give you the strongest orgasm of your life. You'll never break the association between pain and pleasure I'm.