He slides his other hand over my burning tingling ass and between my legs. Indian porn I don’t need one. The waitress comes over with a cup of coffee. As I breath deep, he slides in. As I take another deep breath, I feel his balls hit against the back of my thighs. He slides in and out. *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* “No, Master” he commands. As I pull my arms around my waist I notice my nipples are hard. He lifts his now pussy juice note to his nose and breaths in deep. As I enter the restraunt I notice there are a number of people inside. I look up and notice people are starting to stare at us, but the waitress isn’t saying anything. He slides his other hand over my burning tingling ass and between my legs. Oh My, I like it. “Relax” How can I relax with all these people here.” I look around again, but wait a minute. He is strong but does not hurt me. It is very cold out today. *SMACK*
“I said lay your cheek on the table top.”
I put my face back down, somewhat shocked by his tone.
