It looked like the Lord was happy to let rumour spread the word of his existence and what went on there. The prevailing theories were that once every ...ive, ten or fifty years, depending on who you listened to, the Lord invited a selection of women (again the numbers varied wildly) to the estates. After that the rumours only got wilder. Permanent enslavement under the Lord living a life of bondage on his estate, bondage experiments or a competition. Certain people had come back again, but none. Only Frank would call me on a holiday, at dinner time. Frank lived, ate, and breathed work. He had probably worn his way through all of his relatives and had turned to me to continue discussing whatever project he had dreamed of next. For once I was glad he thought of me."Yeah Frank. Happy Thanksgiving to you too," I said into the phone."Clint, my boy, I've been thinking," he said. "Look I don't want to ruin your Turkey Day, but I need you to come to the office tomorrow morning. I have another. That would make him really mad.I sighed, that itch intensifying. I couldn’t do anything with dad until tomorrow, but my brother... I threw off my blankets, bouncing naked to my feet. My blonde hair danced around my face as I stretched. My round, firm breasts jiggled before me. I caught a glimpse of my naked form in the mirror. I was lithe and nubile, my body toned from yoga. I had a naughty sway to my hips as I sauntered across the room, my nipples puckered pink and hard.My sweet musk wreathed. May v han boldiya. Agle din wo fir se chat karne ko ayi mujhse bat karte karte mera phone no v mangli. May v de diya. Fir hamari bat chit phone par chalti rahi likin usko pata v nhi he ki may usi ki flat ki baju may rehta hun. Job uski husband kam pe chalie jate to hum din var bat karte the. Bat badhte badhte sex ki or aageyi. Usne kitni bar puchi ki tumhari lund ki size kya he? May v batadiya ki mera lund 7′ lamba or 3′ mota he. Ye bat sun k wo bht khus ho jati thi or aapni chut may ungli.