Just under the branches ,between two large trees is a small ,but well built house. Opening the door, a blessing of heat spills out and over her, warmi...ng her front. She swiftly walks in, soaking the floor boards as she walks to the fire place and put's up her blue hands. Her skin is freezing cold. Kris walks up behind her and pulls at her bodice string ,causing her to jump and turn. Backing away from him she holds up her hand again, the dagger, earlier forgotten in her hand ,now found again.. Perhaps because he was a good guy or perhaps Shruti didn’t have anything that deserved to be called as breasts in the first place.Since that night Shruti started living in a big bungalow. Her life was simple, spend quality time in the bungalow knowing the people around, eating delicious food, and go out for shopping if she liked or perhaps pick up some hobby. Since she moved in, surprisingly, Ramsankar started to wear proper clothes in the house. He woke up on time and spent most of the day. I was expecting something skimpy like a thong but inside her jeans I felt bare skin and a really wet pussy. Smiling, I pushed my middle finger into her pussy which easily gave way and it sank to the knuckle. Michelle let go of my dick and started gyrating her hips, really grinding against my finger. I added another and started biting her nipple again. “Oh fuck yes that feels so good,” she moaned. “Put another one in me and keep fingering me.” Instead though I pulled my fingers out of her and. Garters, of course, because She wants Her maids in stockings. Tonight,they are black, real silk, with Cuban heels and seams. I check one moretime to make sure the seams are straight.I look at myself in the mirror for a moment, and I feel the stirringsinside. Can you really turn yourself on? I know I can. But I also knowthat whatever I feel, my love for Mistress is more important, as is myneed to be Hers.Forever.Between my legs, the hard plastic of the chastity device is in contrast tothe.