“That’s it, just listen to My voice, hear it, and relax for Me. Indian sex Master of course ordered His usual beer. “Now, where was I.” He started again. I stood there near the front door and Master turned to look at me. I felt an instant layer of sweat coating my forehead. Several people looked up as we entered the bar, I tried very hard not to read anything into it because I know that people always do that, it’s the curiosity of their nature. Besides, I want it inside you, and since I own that wet cunt I will fill it, and fill it with whatever I choose.”
His words were so firmly stated it only caused me to moan louder at the thought of being taken, surrendering and submitting to His desires. Master had finished His dinner and ordered desert, feeding me a few bites while we made small talk, mainly He made small talk, that mental picture He had painted had very vivid colors running together in my thoughts causing me not to trust my own voice to speak too much. I love and adore that wonderful sting, and the way my pussy and legs turn such a bright glowing pink.
