..a monster. I heard Mistress gasp at the size of it.Immediately Mistresses training kicked in and I moved in close. Thescent was musky.....a mix of l...ather and sweat....and very manly! It hithome then what I was doing, I was meekly on my knees about to suckanother man's cock! all be it a Master. This thought spurred me on andblushing profusely my tongue snaked out to taste him. The taste wassalty and musky not as bad as I thought and before I knew it I wassucking one of the heavy balls into my. I had slapped her face 20 times on each side by the time I stopped. She looked pitiful.“Are you still turned on?” I asked her.“No,” she whispered.“Well, at least we have learned something about you, right? Come here,” I said and hugged her.“I’m so sorry,” she sobbed. “I so wanted to be a good slave to you.”“Never forget that you are not Bitch, and I don’t expect you to be her,” I told her. “Also, well, if you were bitch, it wouldn’t matter to me if you were turned on, right?”I rocked her until. Boudi khanikhon baade dekhchi ektu ektu kore ah ah kore aawaj korche. Amake bollo – “Tor Dada amar ekdom kheyal rakhe na re. Amar kotha keu bhabena.” Ami bollam – “Keno Boudi, ami tomar kheyal rakhbo. Tumi bolo, tomar kothaye baetha korche”. Boudi emon bhabhe hotat ghure gelo je amar haath jeta oor pitha massage korchilo, giye dhorlo oor daansa mai gulo. Boudi tar haath diye amar haath’e mai dhoriye bollo – “Amar ekhane baetha korche Rana!” Ami bollam, “Boudi, tumi chinta koro na, ami tomar. ‘I forgot my purse,’ she blushed, not quite looking at me. I got up and gently took her hand, and led her over in front of the desk. Finally she looked into my eyes, and nodded almost imperceptibly, ok. I hauled her t-shirt up over her head. I can’t describe how sexy this young woman was, sprouting from her khaki slacks like a tulip, full little breasts straining against her white bra. I reached behind her and unclasped it, pulled it away, revealing firm tits and dark pink nipples, already hard.
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