Mere Pita ek American diplomat the. Unka naam tha Gabriel Nippi aur meri maa, Paanchali Yadav, ek Indian thi.Dikhne mein meri shakal meri maa par gayi...hai lekin mera raang mere pita par. Mare rang safed aur baal sunhere hain. Pure Caucasian. Dikhne mein main American hi lagti hun.Iski wajah se mujhe kai baar foreigner samajh lete hain loog. Mera janm aur parwarish India mein hui hai. Main ek bin-bihayi maa hun. Meri aaj ki yeh kahani, meri pichli kahani ka agla bhaag hai.Uss raat ke baad humari. "He said "okay princess we will do it your way." I smiled and said "good boy now you go get yourself cleaned up and I will get you out a nice suit. We got to go to the bank and then shopping for your chastity belt and some new clothes for me." So Jack went in the shower had a shave got dry and put his suit on, and with that we was out the door and in the car. On the way to town I turned to Jack and said "can we go on holiday I want to go to Spain and I want us to act like a real couple, like. ” He continued, “Jodie, we want you on our upcoming season but there are some concerns. Of course, we need to know everything that might pop up during the season. Things that might cause, well, embarrassment to our sponsors. Do you understand?” Jodie squirmed a bit and said, “Look, I know I don’t have the best rep in town but I’ve been sober for five years. I haven’t had a drink or done drugs in all that time but mostly, I’ve tried to put the past behind me. I’m pretty sure everything. “Kiss them!” she ordered. I puckered my lips and slowly brought them down on the wet spot. Looking up at her, her wide and gleeful smile radiated down at me. “Do you want to taste Auntie’s treasure for real, Bunnie?” A swallowed down any misgivings I had. Unlike those times I had been allowed to taste Anne’s sweetness, or her friends’, the only thrill I felt was that of the forbidden, the kinky. “Yes, Aunt Helen, please, may I kiss your treasure?” She slowly slipped them down, exposing the most.