But I also felt ... erotic. Naughty. They were cool and slick against myskin, like they were hugging me as much as hanging from me. I kind ofliked it...."What do you think?" I asked her."Oh, baby. You look hot." I do? I feel like I'm in a play." Well, in Act 2, you may get laid. I swear, baby, it is so erotic to seemy man dressed like this. Would you put on the dress? Please?" Oh, come on." I mean it. For all that kinky shit you write, you don't ever play gameswith me. You're all fucking talk."So. “You like that don’t you?” you hide your face in embarrassment by burying it deeper between my legs. “I asked you a question!” my fingertips make contact with the handle of the flogger once again and you cry out quickly “No Miss!” “No? You are telling me that it doesn’t feel good to be fucked hard and deep by a real man while you serve me?” Stammering you reply “I … I don’t know…. I just….” “You are getting awfully hard for someone who isn’t enjoying themselves. Admit it. You love the feeling. I knew there was no furniture in the house, yet as I looked around, I saw a rickety straight-back chair, a tilted chest of drawers, and a bed in the corner near the inside wall. A naked light bulb burned harshly over my head.The bed was thin, a mattress on bare metal. I didn't get a really good look at the linens except for the quilt that hung half-off the bed. It was old, much older than even the scene I was seeing, made of hand stitched squares of crimson and gold. There was a man on the bed,. Girish hungrily attacked them, kissing, fondling, biting them. Poonam was moaning and breathing heavily. I was furious, not knowing what to do. But being a guy, I could feel my dick growing bigger.After a while, Poonam whispered something to him. They broke the kiss, and Poonam wore her top again. I did not know what to do or what will happen. I did not want Poonam to think I was stalking them. So, I silently tiptoed to our bedroom and pretended to be asleep.I was reluctant with each moment,.