I started licking mistress’s feet till she woke up. Mistress opened her eyes slowly. Mistress: mera kutta jag gaya…Me: ji malkin… Mistress: ja ...mere toothbrush n paste leke aaMain bhag ke gaya aur leke aaya. Mistress ne brush me paste lagaya aur brush karne lagi. Aur najar ke isare se mujhe neeche baithne kaha. Main baitha to unhone apna pair mere muh me rakh diya aur main phir chatne laga. Brush khatam hua to mistress mere naak ko kheech ke mujhe paas layi aur isaro se muh kholne ko bola.. .. and I think maybe I only have those thoughts when it’s something my body reads you enjoying more.”That was... perceptive. It was also something I thought likely. “It would depend on the scenario, kitten, but if either were easily accessible, I would prefer anal sex more. It’s nearly impossible to fuck a submissive that way without sending her straight into darkest subspace. It’s more intense, allows for more control. Many reasons. But I think between the two times, you might have read that. This is really what she looks like? I replied, no she looks different with nothing on. His name was Jack, and he was now interested. He asked about strings attached and I told him there were no strings, do whatever the two of you want and maybe youll get invited back sometime. I could see a bulge in his pants now just thinking of fucking my wife. I told him to jump in and well go get started. When we arrived at the house, it was 3:40, I opened the door and in he went. Jack was about 59 same as. God he was sexy.“Bring your feet parallel into a wide stance, facing the wall. Activate your core and glutes, and with a straight back, reach forward and bend. Bring your stomach between your thighs. Don’t look at the person behind you. Focus on the here, the now.”I tried to follow the instructor’s lead, but how could I not look behind me? How could I not look where ‘torso’, as I had now baptised him, was? He caught my gaze, clearly not minding leaving the “here and now” either to check how.