His head is held high, his shoulders are broad and chest is hard. I kneel and breath, I must not cry. Indian sex I decide to take the chance and grab my favorite red nylon rope. I lift my swollen wet pussy from his now soaked jeans and lean on the arm of the throne. Why does Master think I do not trust him? I begin to grind on his thigh, slowly back and forth. You must learn that all of your pleasure is for me and me alone. I push and pull as I slip one finger in. His head is held high, his shoulders are broad and chest is hard. “Mmmmm!” I hook my fingers to the my top wall and begin to rub in and out, in and out, in and out. As I approach the dresser, my stomach begins to knot, from excitment and fear. I look up, but I do not speak or smile. I squeal as the arousal is back and so is my need to pee. I see his eyes are looking at my knees digging into the floor. Maybe he will not punish me today, but I did not do as he asked. I am not pleased. I do not move, as I am afraid I have disappointed him.
