. puri tarh sePagal ho gaya….. maine mummy ke peticot ko ghutno tak upar sarka diya…..tabhi achanak mummy ki neend tut gayi… or wo uth ke beth g...yi….mai bahot jyada darr gaya….. mummy ne badi light on kar di…. or muje dekhne lagi… 1 min chup rahne ke baad wo boli…. ki arjun tu ye kya kar raha tha… maine apna sar jhuka liya….. mom ne mujse pucha ki sach bata tu kya soch raha hai… warna bahot bura hoga….. maine mummy ko bata diya ki maine aapka peticot uparKiya….. is par mummy bina kuch kahe bed. I held my breast through my gown with a hand and shifted beneath the blankets, so the fabric dipped between my spread thighs. Still afraid to speak, wary that a sound might send him scurrying, I quirked my fingers again. Come. He did. Still slowly, moving gently, almost. The boards of my attic bedroom, in my poor husband's old, creaking house, did not sound beneath his steps. His face was still shaded when he reached for me, but that only made the first touch sweeter. My thief was who I wanted. Standing back in surprise, Daniel laughed, ‘I would have to spend the entire evening fighting off all the young bucks! Not that I couldn’t either. I might be fifty years old to your twenty three but I can still take a man half my age, as Trevor found out. He had to learn to respect my wishes the hard way after I told him in no uncertain terms to leave you alone… But with regard to the dance tonight Juliana, how would it appear for me to be your escort?’ Her expression became serious as she. She almost always chose on the largerside.And She forbade me from cumming. I gave Her my word, which was strongerto me than any chastity device, but I still wore one, and she had thekey on the silver chain around Her beautiful ankle.After the first week of this constant stimulation, I was going crazy. Ifelt like a sex-crazy whore, ready and willing to do absolutely anythingfor a release - and I was, too. We skyped every night and exchangedmessages during the day, Her taunting and degrading me.