I couldn’t stop looking at her face. There was something about it. She was glowing. Maybe it was the alcohol buzz, I don’t know. Or the ex...itement. She got to the door, held it open for me, then we both went inside. Nothing was said. She simply put the bucket down, then we kissed. It wasn’t that one or the other started the kiss. It was natural, as if we had been expecting it for some time. Which I guess was the case. She lay back on the bed with her. I heard a lot about you.Jaanvi: Hi. What?! From whom?Me: Well, there is a story about you on a website called Indian Sex Stories.Jaanvi: About me on Indian Sex Stories?Me: Yes.Jaanvi: Oh My God! What is it about?Me: It is about the way you treat your clients when they come on a private chat with you and how you make love with them online.Jaanvi: What is the name the person had used?Me: Of course, Jaanvi. That’s why I told you that I heard a lot about you.Jaanvi: Fine. Hope people would like it. ”She nodded her head and walked away.He looked at me and said, “I have had to read the menu over three times already and still don't remember what my choices are.”I laughed, “at least you were trying to.” I placed my hand on his thigh under the table and leaned into him. “I have this incredibly sexy man sitting next to me and can't seem to concentrate on anything else.”He laughed at that. “Then I am not alone in being a little distracted?”I moved my hand up his thigh, massaging his firm leg. She conceded to me that she constantly experienced a fantasy of being humiliated and used and that she wished to be incapacitated to a certain degree. However, the infliction of pain with whips, needles, chains and so on was not likely to arouse her. The humiliation of being bound in the dark and not being able to resist was a great stimulation for her desires and that she would like to have her twat stretched.She stated that being stuffed gave her a sense of fullness that was incomparable with.