My woman. I own you. You'll spread your legs and beg me to fuck you. You'll crawl on your knees crying for my cock in your mouth. That is your reality.... There's no way out for you except doing exactly what I tell you. No way. You're mine until I say you aren't."I shook her and dug my thumbs into her soft flesh for emphasis, which made her squeal against the gag."Think about your worst nightmare - because if you disobey me, I'm it. Think about the ways that I can cause you pain - because if you. Her large breasts were most active inside her sheer kemara and it inspired lustful thoughts of which I was most ashamed, yet I desired heartily to place my dongabo inside her pichocha and frottage until the baby-juice erupted. "Oh Auntie, I am most tired, will you not lie next to me on my harari and aid me in my sleeping?" I asked. "Naughty boy, I think if I am to lie next to you there will be no sleeping but much agitation of the lower parts," she replied--Dear Sanjay21,Huysmans thanks you. My emotions were hopelessly tangled, an admixture of dread that she should carry this behaviour forward, and a longing for her to do something more. Having spent so much time with her, and even more in thinking about her, she was coming to seem less like some creature from faerie, or a princess from an Arthurian romance, and more like a person of flesh and bone and volatile emotions. Like any teacher had I started out thinking in a narrowly focussed way about her strengths and weaknesses, and. As I used to stay alone, after dropping her to PG, after coming back to my flat, I used to masturbate thinking about her.This thing kept on for about 1 month, when she got notice from office that she had been transferred to Pune. When she told me this, I really felt very bad.It was her 2nd last day in Bangalore, I gave her treat and gifted by bear(soft toy). She was elated and hugged. Internally I was feeling very sad that next day she will be gone. I had not told her about my feelings or had.