My parents knew her, and told me the woman on the table resembledher, kind of a self-portrait." Leslie looked back at the victim's image. She was you...ng, maybe 17, withshort hair, a moderately cute face and small perky breasts. The thought ofthis girl drawing herself into such a vulnerable position seemed so bizarre. "Well," Rebecca continued," she was into all kinds of things- drugs, Satanism - you know, the rebel teen without a clue... except she wasa prolific painter and sculptor too." The. I loved sucking of my hole and pleasured by the ass fingering.Suddenly he lifted me in his arms. He placed me on the end of the dining table in the hall. Now am sleeping on the dining table. I saw Mohan undressing and he removed his all dresses. He spread my legs and pulled me toward him. Now, mine legs are on his shoulders. Mohan got 7-inch cock with very thick tip. He slid my panty on the right hand. He took his thick cock in his hand and positioned it inside my ass hole. I can feel his tip. Once inside the room Master turned to me and gestured towards the bed. I started to step forward but stopped. The glass of water He had me to drink was causing me to pause.“Master,” I began, my face turning a bright red. “May I please have a moment to go to the bathroom?”Master’s smile returned to His face, “Of course, pet, you may go pee.”I walked towards the adjoining bathroom door, and Master followed. This was not usual, this was something He had never done before. I am a very private. Half-friendship, half-flirting. Skirting around topics that could have killed the mood. He was smart and he had a nice laugh and when we went out of the bar his hand was so warm that I didn’t want to let go of it. I didn’t. He kissed me in the street just as sleet started coming down and it felt so sweet and romantic that my alcohol infused brain decided it was fate. I went home with him.It felt good. It felt warm. He had an easy smile and dark eyes and I’d spent so many months of wanting that.