I rolled my fingers over Rhea right boob and touched her nipples. She felt so many tickles into her. She fell into my chest. Now I unzipped her dress ...from back and opened the bra hook and threw the bra away. Now, I brought my lips near her boobs.I held one boob and started sucking the other one. She was just enjoying each bite of mine. The moans were getting heavy. Rhea said, “Can’t get enough of this, give me more Saurabh, give me more, take me higher.” I loved the moans and her energy. It. You're breathing heavily now. An aching, throbbing sensation has been building in the space once filled by your cock. Your knees are weak and you are so hot. Sweat trickles down your back and into the crevices of your cleavage, moistening your tank top until it's sticky and even more constrictive. Your underwear is even worse. You claw at both of them, desperate to peel them off, and your top rips. Your breasts spill out and you feel their full weight. They're even bigger than they looked in. “You really are a disgusting slave!” A sneer crosses her face, “Kneel!” She holds out her fingers with the offending substance, “Lick them clean.” I do as she commands, taking the offered fingers in my mouth and sucking them, running my tongue across them until my Mistress is satisfied. She removes her fingers and wipes them across my chest. “Of course, you will have to be punished,” she says with just a small amount of satisfaction. “Over to the bed. Now!” I hurry to the bed and stand there,. It just sort of happened.I can tell you the exact moment it began.My father died soon after I was born. My mom tried her best to remainhappy and positive with me, but sometimes it was too much for her .On one such occasion when I was still a very young child, we werecleaning the house together. I could see the sadness forming in her eyesand the set of her face. So I, at 6 years old, went and got one of theridiculously frilly aprons she had on a rack. These were not apronsmeant for use but for.