Red leather boots with a high heel. I don’t dare look higher than the pointed toe. Your cock is absolutely throbbing now. You are just standing t...here. Then I hear your laugh. Laughter leaden with pride and amusement and dark intentions fill the room for several minutes, as you stand there surveying your desperate suffering slave. Finally you close the door and slowly approach me. I still see only red; I want so badly to see my beautiful Goddess but fear your punishment for my. He explored every spot, searching for areas he had missed so that he might colonize them with his touch. His fingerprints on her insides were like flags planted atop mountains.She whimpered as he managed to fit his whole hand inside her, now so loose from arousal that it accepted him greedily. She could feel it, the manipulation of his body, she had seen him do it before. His fingers were transforming, becoming longer and more flexible, so that they might go further beyond. He deep inside her. “Look, mine’s just as fat. It’s not curved like this toy, but I’ve never had an unsatisfied customer.” She rolled off her bed and cowered in the corner, never taking her eyes off my jumping spear that was now bubbling out lube. She was shaking her head and making funny noises, saying, “Please, Billy, no, don’t, you can’t, that’s awful. It’s too big.’” A whole string of things like that. I smiled as I pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Damn, what a body, and her hair was so. I used to eat my breakfast and after about an hour I used to leave for office at around 9:30 AM, at times 10 AM.During initial days as I have already told you, I didn’t pay much attention towards her but as I got accustomed with my life outside my house I started paying attention to her and we started having general chit chat. Actually it happened one day when I got to see a massive cleavage while she was serving me breakfast. She always used to wear salwar – kurta and her boobs were properly.