Rubbing the top using both of my trembling hands. First one glorious foot , then the other , rubbing , kneading , massaging , & mewing like some a****... that's in heat , because that's how my DADDY makes me feel , whenever HE allows me the privilege of serving him, I only feel whole in those times , I NEED HIM to USE me , ABUSE me , I only feel worth then! HE'S MY EVERYTHING , MY GOD! "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" "Take my socks off BITCH , & KISS MY FEET , show all these boys how you will do ANYTHING for. My anticipation making me tremble slightly. He raised his hand and beckoned me forward. I approached him, still on my knees. My hand sliding up his pant legs as I settled in between his spread legs. His hand shot down and grasped my hand tightly in his. "Did I tell you that you could touch me?" He growled angrily at me. "I'm sorry Master, I didn't meant to touch without permission." I softly whispered, fearful of him when he gets this tone. Rising up and still grasping my hand, he pulled me. ’ Well apparently it was not a one-night stand. We went back to her bed and enjoyed a leisurely fuck as we talked about our lives. We each admitted that the previous nights sex had been the best in our existence. We both admitted it would be very difficult to recreate that fuck but it would be fun trying. We agreed that showing any feelings at work would not be appropriate. It was after midnight before I left her for home. The next morning at work we did not acknowledge each other’s presence,. Or whase chali gai jane ke bad jab me apne friend se mila or mera bahcpan me ek bast friend tha usko ham bahut satate the muje uski yad aai or me apne ek friend ko shat leke uske gar jane laga uske gar me uske mami papa or ek sister rehte he jab wha pahucha to wo ladki kapde dhorhi thi mene ushidekhke smil di or gar me chala gaya anda jane ke bad pata chala ki ye uski behan he thodi der bat karne ke bad wo andar aai usne bat karte karte uski or meri b pehchan ho gai ab kya tha roj me uske gar.