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. Or else!"Ok Mistress.." I obediantly agree, hoping my humble manners makes her act extra kind towards me, for whatever she has planned.I walk over to the cage, turn myself around and get down onto my knees scooting myself backwards into the small enclosure. I watch as my Mistress walks over to me, picking up the padlock sitting on top of the cage and closes the door of it shut, in my face, and smiles sweetly as she padlocks it. She then takes the key out of the padlock, and places it far out of my reach.I'm trapped now."I love having you in predicaments like this!" She squeals in delight."Now as I was saying, there's a very special quest of mine upstairs right now, someone I think you should meet." Oh, who is it?" I inquire puzzled."You'll find out in a minute," She excitedly giggles, "I'm sure you're going to learn a thing or two aswell, from him!" From him?!" I blurt out in shock. "Who is it, what do you mean?" I start firing questions at her with jealousy in the tone of my. Without wasting time, her lips were on mine. The kiss was so awesome. This woman really had the experience and was controlling the scene here. I tried to touch her butt, she strongly pushed me away. Then she went and sat on the edge of the couch in the living room and was teasing me provocatively. As I tried to get near, she kicked my flat stomach with her boots. "That hurt you bitch!" I winced. "Really Sid, is that all you are made off?" She teased me further. I went closeby, as she tried to kick, I held her leg down firmly and twisted her arm in the back. "Ouch!" Then I kissed her hard. She slapped me. "Shame on you for kissing a married Indian woman!" "Oh! I am so gonna make you beg tonight," I quipped. I pushed her to the couch cushions. I lifted her dress up, I saw her light sexy thighs. She pushed her dress down immediately. I pulled her up, kissing her, put my hands in the back and unzipped her dress. I pulled the dress to her waist and squeezed the boobs under her white bra..
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I moved my body to match his rhythm, to hasten our journey to this higher ground. The bright light grew and grew in my mind’s eye and my body and burst in such an explosion to rival any fireworks invented. Our movement diminished, then stopped, leaving only the sound of our breathing. I opened my eyes after a deep sleep that night and saw a faint streak of light in the sky signaling that dawn was close at hand. I stirred and realized Sasha was not in the bed. I looked around and saw him sitting in the window seat. I slipped out of the futon and stood behind him with my hands on his shoulders. ‘Look, it’s getting lighter. I think I can see the mountain,’ he said. ‘Bring the quilt over here and we can watch the sun rise together.’ I brought the quilt over to the window seat. I sat in front of him and he wrapped his arms around me and the blanket over both of us. As the dawn light grew stronger, his prediction proved true, the sacred peak started to become visible, its snowy peak.

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