."How may I serve you?" he asks. Hmmmmm... How shall I begin? I want this night to last but it is very hard for me to be patient. "Take off your s...hirt." I command. I think about what I want him to call me. Mistress? Madam? No... It’s hard for me to think about my Master calling me anything but "Baby" I love when he calls me that. I will not make him change that."I need to be a little more comfortable... kneel in front of me.... slowly take off my shoes." I want you to handle my feet. Vo thoda hichkichai pr mene kha ise chooske or chatke geela kr nahi to jab y tere neeche ghusega to teko hi dikkt hogi. Usne thodi der choosa or chata fir mene use toilet seat k pass chlne ko kha or m tange khol k beth gaya. Use smjh nahi aa raha tha vo kya kre to apni grey skirt utarne lagi. Mene mna kr dia or use apne land p bethne m mdd kri. Uski choti si chut m mera land ghus hi nahi raha tha pr thodi der m mere land ka upr ka hissa uski chut m ghus gaya or vo chillane lagi. Mene uske muh p. Then Master blew a huge load and I swallowed greedily.Then he pushed me off his cock and looked down at me with a devious smile. Master began to piss on my chest. The warm piss mingled with the warm shower. I felt embraced by this warm wetness, as if I were in Master's womb. My slave dick was standing straight up, erect.I looked up, opened my lips and began to catch Master's flow, letting it fountain in and out of my mouth. The sensation was so erotic, to watch Master's face while he. That was impossible. She tried to free herself again but he stopped her, gripping harder. She cried out, into his mouth. And he chuckled softly. Her hands were between them, trying to push him away. But he was too strong. His hand still in her hair, he roughly guided her to his bedroom (she had insisted that they should have separate beds). Once there he still didn’t let go. Her hands were gripping his forearm, trying to ease the pressure on her head. She was quiet, confused but still horny as.