I smiled , kissed him and told ” i’ll look after amit..Wait”.He kissed me back and told ” no , u stay here ill go and come soon” . I smiled ...and obeyed him by giving him a naughty gesture . It was milkman , he took the milk and closed the door. He returned to my room, I was wearing mother-in-laws nighty , he asked ” why are you wearing this?” , I replied ” to remind you that I am your woman”. He smiled, pulled me and hugged me again , placed his lips on mine and started pressing my ass. I was. At times he would hold me all the way down on his cock, blocking my air passage so I couldn't breathe. In my weakened state, I could hardly resist and felt I would actually suffocate on his cock. Just when it seemed I was going to pass out, he would pull me off to let me catch my breath. He would slap my face hard and grin sadistically at me when he let me up. Then it was back down again to force his cock deep into my throat again.I was a limp rag, spent, played out, unable to do anything but. Little did I know the impact it would have on my life and the way it would in a matter of speech warp my mind. I had only seen such things within porn and thought was just a kink that didn’t really have any meaning behind it. I had met her randomly through an event and we started talking to each other and we started talking more and more getting closer. After about a month she started asking me more personal questions and this is where the real story begins.“Do you have any particular kinks?”. “You are quite beautiful my pet, your body is exquisite,” “Thank you Mistress, it means so much to me to hear you say that!” “Shush! Be still my little one, let me talk,” Cindy smiles that knowing smile again but she keeps quiet. Pamela continues, “Put your arms over your head clasp your hands together like you are tied up and hold still no matter what I do!” Pamela hesitates for a second as Cindy complies, this position causes Cindy’s already perk breasts to stand up even higher. “You have.