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I looked up smiling and desi nodded. I was also blushing, not because of the admission but because of the feelings of anticipation. I glanced at Swapnil and saw the kind, friendly, and caring smile lighting sunny up his face. “I have no desire to end this, Deepti. Quite the opposite, in fact. I sam want to move this relationship forward, but I think to move it forward would require some indian changes in your life.” Bhabhi “What kind of changes?” He turned on the bench to look directly at me. “Big changes. You want to be free to experience what is possible, don’t you? You are more than a bitch, Deepti. Recently, you have shown that you could also be a slut.” My face showed my reaction. “Do you doubt it? I know your desire, craving for dogs. It was the dogs that truly set you free. But, you have also shown you might crave the pleasures of men, as well, like a true slut. A submissive like you, Deepti, a bitch to dogs and a slut to men, would be fun to play with.” “What I now appear to be was with your guidance and assistance, Sir.” He nodded. “Yes, there was that. I confess my part in directing and manipulating your experiences all the way to sucking and fucking Swapnil before you eagerly did the same to both of us together.” He chuckled. “Then, as though we weren’t enough for you, you wanted to be mounted by Sheru.” I giggled shyly at the recent memory. “Swapnil called you a sex goddess, remember? I think with more guidance and control he will be correct, more so than he might have expected. Do you disagree, Deepti?” I shook my head. “No, Sir. I mean, I don’t know about the goddess part, but the idea he was expressing is exciting for me to imagine. But, it has been through your guidance …” I looked over to Swapnil … “and Swapnil’s participation, of course.” He smiled and nodded. Then, he became very serious and held my eyes with his. “Deepti, do you want this to continue, even to grow?” I nodded. “Are you sure, Deepti? To continue like this would become more restrictive and risky. After all, Sonja, formerly a dog, was taller than Momo, formerly a cat. She felt him touch the back of her throat. She had on a tight white shirt that showed off her tight abs as well. He had complete control over her mind and body. And she knew that if she just stayed there and let that happen, they would end up fucking right there, in the bathroom. “Rachael.” During their little marathon of sex, Ronnie would tell him about girls night out she enjoyed with Amy and Barb. Takeaway ordered they sat huddled together on the sofa drinking a glass of red wine, just chilling and enjoying each others company. Without even thinking about it, she let the other woman place the two slick fingers in her mouth, and sucked them. “So will mine. He had a packet of milk in his hands and gestured that Manya had left it behind on the doorstep. Play with them my dear make them horny. The illumination of the heap grew ever brighter at their advance, and almost as quickly as the familiar sight of those desi they had left behind came into view a far more dreaded sensation took control; there they stood, at the base of their own heap, both unable indian to look away. *******Michael ****** But Misty knew that it was her that had drawn the spunk from his cock. “How? She stammered before closing the door as quickly as she could, feeling her cheeks practically blazing with fire as she all but ran down the corridor away from Sister Katherine's classroom and the image that was now seemingly etched into her sight. Beth didn't pick up on it as she submissively followed her sunny to her car, her sam dress no longer Bhabhi a source of humiliation.