Mistress told me to do my makeupand make sure it looked the part to match my choker.She dressed as I did my makeup, of which she approved, then did he...r own.When she was done she looked stunning. Black leather pants that lookedlike she was poured into them, tucked into black leather boots with a 3"heel. A red lace top that hugged her chest and a short black leatherjacket. Her hair was in a severe bun and she had long leather glovesflowing up to her elbows. "Grab you purse sissy, we are going out. “Something like that,” he said.“How stupid? How childish? Having to resort to such methods to let your partner know how randyyou’re feeling, or not as the case may be,” she sniffed.“Well I don’t know. There must be something you can try so that you don’t feel awkward about asking for it?”With a wistful look in her eyes she said, “Yes there is, we could try being a bit more blatant with body language.” “Talking of bodies, you could always put on one of those things you got from the sex toys. Savita was moaning even louder than ever. Her tongue worked its magic on Shobha’s pussy even faster as Savita too was about to cum.“Shobha…you’re too good…I’m cumming!”“Mee tooooooo!” moaned Shobha and both girls collapsed onto the bed.The Day of the BirthdayTarun and Varun were sitting alone in an empty classroom during lunch. Tarun was on his cell calling Shobha. She seemed to be avoiding them all week but the brothers were in the mood for a fuck today.“Where is she? We messaged her 15. I needed the MILF to do such wicked things to me. I wanted her to devour me. To eat me.Mrs. Alberts kissed higher.My pussy clenched. The higher she climbed, the more my excitement mounted. Her tongue flicked up my thigh. Then she kissed her. She smooched at my inner thigh. She came closer and closer. My toes curled and relaxed. I wanted to whimper. To groan.I wanted to moan out in delight.She was three inches away. Two. One. My eyes fluttered as her tongue flicked into my bush. Her lips nuzzled.