Me :yes malkin, you are my god I will worship your feet.K : nice bitch, ohh I forgot to tell we have a guest here. Aur mai chatihoon tum hamare guest ...ki aisehi welcome karo.Me: yes mistress…!Then I felt another feet on my face, so I kissed it and started worshiping their feets. It continued for about some time and when it was over my mistress spoke.K: how was that bitch?Me: I liked it mam.K: do you want to meet our guest.Me: yes mam.K: ok.Then she removed my blindfold but my eyes ware still. She jerked and her thighs squeezed my head as her toes curled on my back. “You greedy little bitch! On your back, now!” “Wait…I…just hold on a sec-,” she stammered. “Bitch, do I look like I’m willing to wait?” I demanded as I put a hand on each thigh and pressed them apart. I reached between her legs, coating my hand in her wetness, then stroked it up and down my dick. Then lining up with her wet hole, I thrust my cock all the way in her until my head hit her cervix. She was soaking wet, tight,. The guard led me to the large door at the end of the hallway."Welcome to the realm of pleasure, little man," he said with a smile, turned a key in the door and opened it for me, only to shut it after I'd entered. Before me was a row of ten doors, labelled from left to right: Asia, Africa, South America, Australia, Russia, Physically Disabled, Mentally Disabled, Transgender, Male, and a****l Kingdom. I knew exactly what those labels meant and was curious about all the rooms. So much to do, so. Then a voice out of nowhere takes me out of my trance.“Mats, are you awake?”There, standing before me, is the vision in my mind in living Technicolor. Elena is wearing a pair of cutoff denim shorts. When I say cutoff I mean really cut. It’s obvious she is wearing a pink, silky thong; as the band is exposed above the cutoffs. The overall effect on me is unnerving. Her camel toe is so distinct; it’s hard for me not to stare. What’s not to like about Elena? She is wearing one of those short, red.