Pichhli raat ko unka rona dekh ke main ghabra gaya tha.Mujhe dekhte hi woh andar le gayee, main baithak me TV dekh raha tha aur woh kitchen me kuchh b...ana rahi thi. Tabhi TV pe ek garam scene chal raha tha aur mein usse dekh raha tha lekin socha ke unko bura lagega lekin woh ake boli, “doctor saab sarmane ki jaruurat nahi hai, aap itne bhi chhote nahi hai ke yeh sab nahi dekh sakte.”main dekh raha tha aur woh ake paas me baith gayee. Tabhi TV me ek french kiss ki scene ayi, mujhe uncomfortable. I was proud that I could "man up" and take it, even though she had verbally attacked my manhood and given me reason to feel like a wimp. It was kind of confusing and I was having a little difficulty switching gears from that newly discovered sissy slave side of me. Rene had promised to be my slave on the final night of our trip. Despite the things she had said about owning me while she dominated me, it seemed she really wanted me to own her for the evening. I found myself being a little. I’m sure I saw him lick his lips and I knew very well why he needed to shuffle around in his seat. The men in the shop have tried to confuse me by being polite and gentle, constantly enquiring as to my welfare and helpfully offering help, even bringing me cups of tea. I have obeyed the requests of the bearded one and to avoid his anger and violence have begun to wear stockings and, craftily on my part, reasoned that if I show him and his buddies sexually alluring underwear then their dreadful. There was a dribble of cum, but that was only in the nature of a relief valve, taking off some of the tension. I reached up, tugging on her knickers so I could clutch at her buttocks. She moaned and now both hands were on the back of my head. I heard myself slurp as my tongue teased up and down. “Aah! Please, Mr Scrooge! Please favour me with your delicious Christmas stick! Mrs Slutty Claus needs you to fuck her!”She was rising to her feet. “Yes, I’m definitely getting into the festive spirit,”.