She even told me her mismatches with her hubby. But these were all with out any intension of sex. So sometimes I got encouraged but most of the time I... remained as it was, just looking at her and fantasizing kissing, licking her ass, tits, pussy, thighs etc. We maintained a respectable Bhabi Dewar relationship. Always I was to eager to meet her see her more frequently and if possible alone, with lots of plan in head. Seldom I found her alone but could do nothing as I was not courageous enough. When I got home and was masturbating I kept finding my fantasy beinginterrupted by that weird request.I went back on day six. I figured that it would be best to play along andsay it and lie at her feet."Get down on your knees and say ten times, 'you are my mistress goddess.I am your unworthy servant.' And then you will lie on the floor prostrateat my feet. I will then spit on the tips of my high heels and you willlick it off."Fuck, I thought to myself. I should have known she would up the. We walked around the house for the next hour checking out all the rooms. There was a game room with billiard tables and videogames, an indoor pool, a large theater with a stage, several living rooms with oversized couches and reclining chairs. Did I say anything about bedrooms and bathrooms that the place had? There must have been at least a dozen bedrooms andabout as many bathrooms!I like to dance so Michael escorted me to the largest room in the house where the main dance floor was located.. “Holy shit Grey, you made me cum.” She was in disbelief. So was I.My penis was aching worse than it ever had. With my head out of its fog, I suddenly became re-aware of all the pain and frustration in my balls – my penis desperately hard with a near constant dribble of pre-cum leaking out.“Melissa, my…”She cut me off, “Shhhh! Let me enjoy this.” She laid there for a few more minutes, slowly regaining both her breath and her composure. Her legs were still spread wide open in front of me,.