My 8″ cock jump out of pant and it was at the front of her mouth. She got satisfied to see its size and then she just kissed its head and doing up-d...own the skin of it. She did it for 10 min. I never have a feelings like that. She applied her saliva on my cock and gave me a soft blow job. Then she stood up and removed her saree. She was standing in front of me with only petticoat. She had still in blouse but her blouse was not covering her boobies. Then she removed her blouse completely. She. If you promise to continue behaving, I'll give you a little treat. Do you think you could do that, my slave boy?" "I promise to behave, Mistress. I'll do anything you ask," I eagerly promised. My mistress flashed a smile, not a happy or contented smile, but one that suggested some sort of mischief. "That's what I thought. Hold this for me," she ordered. I saw a flash of pink, and suddenly she was pushing the base of the buttplug into my mouth. Being the good little slave, I took it in my mouth. As I tried to sit up I found that I was not restrained. My head hurt like hell, but I was sitting up now. Had I just dreamed that I was restrained? I can't put my finger on it. Something is just not right."Whoa there Mr. Johnson, you aren't going anywhere right now. Just you lay back and relax. I don't want to have to sedate you again," a woman, with a very kind, yet firm, voice told me.There was no questioning that tone of voice.She told me to just lay still, she needed to go get someone.I was. I wanted him to be mine.I swallowed hard and breathed deeply, forcing myself to calm down. The thought of holding him rekindled the fire inside me that I had always used to feel around him before that summer night at the party. I had forced myself to push back this feeling ever since then, but I couldn’t any longer. A bead of sweat formed on my forehead as my blood rushed below my waist. I could feel my member begin to twitch as my mind flashed from visions of my hand on Dom’s thigh, to my hand.