She didn’t talk even a single word after coming out of the cinema hall. Later that night I got a message from her.Bindu: Did you like what you did t...day?Me: (I was fucking Sharu in the kitchen and her husband watching TV in the hall) What did I do?B: You fingered me in a public place.Me: You should thank god that I just fingered you.B: Then what else you had in mind?Me: I wanted to fuck you and make others in the hall fuck you!B: You think I am a slut?Me: Who knows? In the first meeting only. .. to ... do ... that ... with your ... slave’s ... TONGUE?” Vanessa screamed and creamed herself in a hurry as I plowed her doggy-style on my bed.“Yep, definitely had to do that ... you need to get used to this if you’re going to be my wife, dear. Tamara will be servicing you, just as she services me ... and Wendy ... and Brittany. A lot of that will be rimming on her part. Make no mistake about that. She’s my slut, my slave, and I can make her do whatever I wish! You can tell that she enjoys. "Yes, Mother, I promise I will," he said. His Mother leaned over andkissed his cheek as he closed his eyes hoping to drift off to sleep."Good night, pretty boy, good night," Madge said as she closed Wendell'sdoor."Mother, one more thing, please," Wendell said."Yes, my sweet boy" Madge said going back to his bedside."Thank you, Mother. Thank you so much," he said softly."You are ever so welcome honey. Sweet dreams," Madge said. As she closed his door, Madge was about to unravel thinking about. " He looked around the restroom again, and I realized that thisconversation should probably happen somewhere else. I boldly took hishand and led him into the last stall. As we closed the door, we stoodvery close, almost touching each other. I could feel his hot breath on mycheek. That hollow ball of need became an urgent sexual desire to havethis young man right now. I felt a well of heat rise from my groin to myface as my own penis started to ready itself for pleasure. I made mydecision.