It was as if life was buried in endless layers of velvet. Every experience was soft, warm and comforting, certainly; but I couldn't help but feel like... I was just an unsure step or two away from drowning in itJager's tower at least seemed to have avoided the worst effects of the local environment. It could just as well have been my master's tower, somewhat rearranged. Granted, Jager seemed to favor colors my master would have considered garish, but he didn't swamp himself in them."King Tynis. Ayo had seen the young woman being led away to spend the weekend in the inner city with a group of her new friends. The tingling in her loins made Ayo close the office door a little too forcefully and soon her firm round ass rolled hypnotically as the heels of her five-inch, red spaghetti-strap sandals were clicking down the sidewalk toward the parking lot. The expanse of brown flesh exposed by her leopard-skin miniskirt had almost snapped the necks of several lucky colleagues she had passed in. Her cunt throbbed in its wild sensations. She kicked the sheet away, spread her soft, round thighs wide apart, and with both hands opened the velvety, golden flanges of her moist pink slit. The stale air of the mirrored-enclosed room brushed though it like a warm breath from Satan himself.She saw herself from every angle in the mirrors and gasped aloud at her own loveliness. She drew her hands from her cunt to trail up her stomach and finally to her breasts, massaging them in tiny teasing. This whole thing was such a turn on. She grabbed my head and pulled me in for a deep kiss. It was so sensual. Our tongues wrestled as I let kept pounding her hard.As I was stroking her, she placed her lips on my neck and began giving me a hickey (or a love bite, as it is known in India). It hurt a little but was extremely pleasurable. “There you go! For a few days, you’ll be reminded of me every time you look at a mirror,” she smiled.I said, “Aunty, I think you of you all the time,” I.