Chantal was very touchy-feely today. She was full of soft smiles and glowing. Maybe it was because her daughter was turning sweet sixteen.I automatica...ly smiled when I spotted Bella. In the last two years she’d hardly changed, yet the lady she was becoming was shining through, elegance emerging, self assured, and hints of refinement. Now as tall as her mother, she was still very slender. Part of it was due to her genes. The other due to her physical activity. She jogged with me every morning.. Meri mammy mere sar par haath fer rahi thi…..Mammy ki chut chatte mai apne haath apni mammy ke boobs par le gaya….Aur unke boobs dabane laga…..Mai apni mammy ki chut ka ras chat kar saaf kar raha tha….Fir maine mammy ki gand ke hole par apni zibh rakhi….Aur mammy ki gaand chati…..Mai jab mammy ki gand chat raha tha….Tab mammy ke muh se ahhhh….Ahhhh ki aawaze aaa rahi thi…..Unke boobs ek dam laal ho chuke the…..Karib 20-25 mints mammy ki gaand chatne ke baad maine mammy ko khada kiya….Aur unke. ’ ‘I know. Your letter saved us. Feed us now.’ I had some meals frozen and got one out, tossed a salad and boiled some small potatoes and laid it all out and called to her that it was ready. She came back from her study and joined me at the table, her wine glass waiting for her. She ate slowly and we said little. ‘You haven’t changed,’ she said. She had shed her customary business suit at some point and was wearing a dress in pale yellow silk – she always wore silk at home. ‘Why Saturday?’ She. ”“Mrs. Umayyah,” growled my husband. “Show my slave-wife respect.”“Yes, yes, Mrs. Umayyah,” squeaked the principal. “I’m so sorry for insulting your ... slave-wife.” “And you’re going to fuck her whore-cunt,” growled Daddy, his voice so throaty. He got off on ordering us to be such sluts.I loved it.“You are, Ian,” moaned my mom. “My Daughter and I are going to love you. So how would you like us to please you?”My pussy tightened in anticipation. I wanted to be ordered by my client, to be given.