“Why didn’t you call me to let me know you’d be out late.” He asks. “Please Mistress, make me cum!” “lean over the table.” She ordered. Indian hot sex She’d ordered me to make her feet clean. “Look missy I Uhhh…This was a mistake! “I don’t enjoy this. What are you doing in here?” I asked confused. She sat back down on her thrown and spread her legs. This woman was much harder to get off then Mistress. Those glasses made her look so cute. All that power made Mistress so much sexier. Then she leaned over and fed me the same nipple. I’m 5’6 and 29 years old. I like some time to myself, it helps me think more clearly. After a few minutes there was a knock at the door and a small Asian girl poke her head in. It did no good. I just lied there emotionless, stiff as a board. You’ve earned it.”
I followed her outside where her car was parked down the road. But you decided to test me. Tears started falling down my face. “Beautiful isn’t she?” Mistress said not looking up from her book. Was it because she liked the idea of me being a cheating whore?
