Almost as soon as our eyes met, she broke the moment, resuming her perusal. She stopped by a well-known brand of lingerie, picking up a lime green ens...emble, bra and matching French knickers. She held it up, turning it in her hands; her mind seemed to be made up. Before I knew it, I was beside her, the words out before my brain registered the absurdity of the situation. “I would love to see you in that." She turned, her eyes on mine, her mouth rigid, expressionless. Up close, she was beautiful.. Fir paa ne mere muh ko khola aur mere muh me apna lund dal kr meri chit chatne lage hum 69 ki ppsigion mey the aur mera throt tk unke lund se war ho raha tha..Vo mere muh ko apne lund se aur meri chut ko apni jeebh se chod rahe the aur mei apni jawani ka aanand le rahi thi.. Ki achanak papa ne meri gand me apni ungali ghusai aur maine apne hathoz se unhe marte hhuye mana kiya pr vo nhi mane aur ek k baad k krte huye meri gand me 4 ungliyan ghusa dali aur chodne lage thodi dair k dard k baad. When my sight returned to see her face glazing into mine, I was overcome by my need to have her. "Slave..." I muttered. "Yes. You're my slave. My happy pretty boy slave." "No.... You...." My words confused her, and she couldn't think of anything to respond with except, "I'm your Mistress, you're my slave." "No... Penny.... Must help." "Shhhh," she said, rubbing her torso against my dick. "See how good that feels? Call me Mistress and I will let you feel it again." "Slave.... You... Slave." "No.. Perhaps that is why he’d so many suitors, or would be suitors. Come lunchtime she was at her wits end, she knew she had to say yes,The phone rang for what seemed ages before he answered.“Are, Paula spot on time well have you made your decision one way or the other?”Yes I mulled it over all night, but yes I’ll go ahead with it!” Paula stated waiting for his response.“Good for you! You will enjoy it I’m sure of that, not many girls get the chance, they think of it as a daydream, however, this is.