Saddle Sore

Had he left? I didn’t think so. This man was receiving a vicarious excitement in his ability to assist me so I didn’t think he would abandon high heels that and leave. Even if he wasn’t seeing the actual act, he would want to be nearby. After Prakash left for work on the morning of the second day, I resumed communication with the man. I opened femdom the phone while walking to the large window in the living room so I could peer over the other buildings to the east and see the Park in the female domination distance. It took some minutes before he responded to my text. ‘Are you naked?’ ‘Sorry, Sir.’ Slowly, over all the texts and questions and divulging of intimate information and my easy, trusting compliance with his proposals, the term ‘Sir’ had slipped into my references to him. I didn’t even use that to Prakash. I put the phone down on a table, quickly removing my churidar kurta I had selected for Ballbusting the day since I was going grocery shopping in the morning. I resumed my position in front of the window, not because he requested it, he didn’t, but because it returned the feelings of exposure and risk, even if it now seemed much less risky that things I had been doing. The texts went back and forth with some occasional delays on his end. I felt he was distracted by activities on his end, but he made no suggestion of me waiting until later. I apologized for interrupting him, but he insisted it was alright if I didn’t mind some interruptions in the texts. I asked him about the group of people and no warning from him. ‘Yes, that was nasty of me, wasn’t it?’ There was a pause. I really didn’t want to respond to that. I felt like he let me down. ball busting I thought what he was doing was also providing some support, watchfulness. As a result, I had begun letting my guard down to enjoy the a****ls. I was thinking I could trust him. So, I waited. So I had to. He lay down on a conveniently placed divan, his heavily muscled legs, hanging over the bottom of the bed. I roll her over onto her side and get her back as well, then lay her flat, cover high heels her with my coat and let her sleep while I think. I laughed, he looked up at me, with shocked eyes and an expression that female domination bordered on betrayal. I moved in closer... "How do you want to do this?" She inhaled again and moaned as she stroked her clitoris a couple of times before exploding Ballbusting into an orgasm so strong, it stopped her flow of poo which had just ball busting begun. We femdom had a nice lunch of cantaloupe, watermelon, grapes, cherry tomatoes and slices of turkey we dipped in Honey Mustard dressing. “Between you and me?” huge and kinda scaring me, If it get much bigger I don't know if I can handle it..