I sat on the machine and turned it on. I couldn’t believe the vibrations on my clitoris. It was very shocking how amazing it felt. I turned it up a... little faster and started to move my pussy on it. I sat straight up and held the wall and humped the machine. It was a very powerful machine. The vibrations felt amazing on my clitoris. I could feel myself going to lose it. “Fucking hell. This fucking thing is amazing!” I was playing with it on high and then put it at full tilt. It was so loud. Me: i am dirty because of you only bhabhi.Bhabhi: ok what you doing now.Me: have to study bhabhi no mood only.Bhabhi: for sex?Me: yes! Really bhabhi shall I come to home now.Bhabhi: oh wait stop you cant do anything to me if you come house full guest.Me: you don’t know my dick produces pre-cum only if I see you in saree.Bhabhi: oh I am not wearing saree pradu now and please don’t come, study for your exams later we can have fun.I said ok and one month i didn’t talk or texted my bhabhi finally. I picked it up, running my fingers over its smooth leather, and thinking about its symbolism, and the control that it gave me. It brought into focus the fact that I had one woman who wore my collar full-time, and another that would wear it whenever I desired.A woman wearing my collar would do anything I asked, without question, purely because of her desire to serve me. The avoidance of punishment was a factor, to be sure, but the punishments didn't cause any real, physical harm, at least not of. Hail a cab home, and see where this night might lead the two of us?” Jessica did her best to refrain from bursting out in laughter, for Nathan's suggestion was closely similar to his wife's actual secret intentions. She needed to admit, nevertheless, his suggestion sounded very tempting and his obvious ulterior motives appeared to flick the switch this time. Unconsciously, she pressed her thighs together causing her black thong to dig into the slit between her labia and absorb the first.