. . 3-4 baar hath frne k bad maine apna hath unki panty mai dal diya. . .Aur aisa lag rha tha jaise unhono abhi shave kiya hoga. . . .Unk fudi pe ek b...hi ball nhi tha. . .Fir maine unke kaan mai kha . . .App to puri tyari k sath maidan mai ai h. . . .Usne mujhe dhkaa de apne upar se htaaya . . And mujhe niche krke . Mere upar aa gia . . .Aur mera lower utarne lgi . . . Mera bhi land khda ho chuka tha . .Aur mujhe bolne lgi. . .Tu bhi chiknaa pda h . . .Aur land apne hootho ko lgaya and kiss. I could the rustling of clothing, zippers, and finally she emerged. A black bra, the black leather mini skirt, black thigh highs, and boots. She came in the room and stood in the middle, turning around with her hands on her hips and posing her legs. I think she really liked the boots, too. She motioned for me to join her, and as I reached her she opened my zipper and removed my aching hard-on from my pants. She then led me, tool in hand, to her spare room where she did the massages,. Slowly the other dozen or so women began to talk. Somespoke in normal tones and others in whispers. i guessed that those whisperingwere talking about me and Master. Steph worked and chatted and periodicallyasked Master for His approval. She asked how life as a sex slave was workingout for me, in a voice a little louder than it had to be, i thought. i said iwas loving every minute of it, though admitted that some times were morechallenging than others.i could have added like today, but i didn't.. Whatever little bit of composure I’d just found disappeared.“Tell me you’re just kidding with me,” I wheezed.She took my face in her hands, transfixing me with those eyes. Everything that had been swept away in the flood was now floating around in there, devastated.“I’m not kidding,” she breathed.I sat there, open mouthed, for quite a long time. Heather was crying again, still holding my face as she pressed her forehead to mine.“Please, don’t do this!” I begged. “Don’t go!”“I’m going,.