Oh! Indian sex You brought me to the very edge of orgasm, my back arched and my hips involuntarily thrusting, a scream trying to force its way past the panties in my mouth. For the first time in my life I saw myself as truly beautiful and desirable, and not just for my body but for who I am, and who I’m continually discovering myself to be under Your care. Not for long, of course, as I’m sure You remember, Sir. I quickly gave up all pretense of control – not that there had been much left anyway – and began to writhe in earnest, moaning and babbling through my panties and begging You with my eyes. I would have smiled back at You if I could, Sir, if my mouth wasn’t already full of my disgusting, soaking wet panties. In fact, I think I must have, because the next thing I knew You were lifting me off the floor in Your arms and gently laying me down on Your bed. Then You simply said, “Stay,” and left me there. But when You gently tugged me forward onto my hands and knees I astonished myself by groaning with arousal, unbelievable so soon after my overwhelming orgasm.
