Only your imagination is allowed

“Rahul , open the door” ..

Inside the room Ria was busy looking herself in the mirror,  admiring her gorgeous self  in her nightie asking me to obey and I looked from the key hole making sure there wasn't anybody other than the chosen delivery boy. As I let him in,  he followed me inside the house and we sat on the couch next to each other. How embarrassing will it be for someone to receive a delivery boy - full naked.

He sat on sofa exactly at the place from where he could see inside. Our room was dim lit with yellow lights. She was on the carelessly watching us.

He took a piece of pizza and asked me to kneel. Wrapping a rope around my neck he took enough time to feed me in front of her. He then slowly walked inside, I crawled behind him like an obedient dog.

Ria then sat next to the bed, resting her back on the wall. She kept her lu****ious legs on me, the chocolate brown nail paint looked black in this yellow light. Her pointy nails pierced my cheeks and they did hurt.

“Suck …” Ria knew it well and I was next to her toes, sucking her feet, letting her feel my warm saliva. The floor wa****hill and her warm feet wa****omfort of some kind.

It was a mild humiliation as I saw Ria now turning her face towards to him and gently opening his belt, the buttons and then unzip his soft tool.

“You do what you were supposed to ..” I did a mistake pausing myself and looking his tool being savored by my beloved Ria.

She smeared her lips all around hi****ock as his hands went deep inside her clothes feeling her soft buttocks. He was slowly shooting up, It was a moment as if I was loosing something mine.

“You wouldn’t listen.. Would you ..” She got up and went to our cupboard, took out something and whirled it to the Delivery boy.

Hesitatingly he took me near to the door, shut it down and tied the rope to the door handle. I was uncomfortable at the neck, he then tied m****nds at the back and finally it went all dark when I was blindfolded.

They then took all the time in the world. It was ages for me. The slow music, ****ent of her body, his whispers-mild enough so I couldn't catch them and the chilled floor beneath my naked body.

Apart from the moans which I could hear it was only imagination which was allowed...

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