Jane started to laugh, but she stifled it. "I really don't know what the fuck to say to you right now Dan"By this point I was trying to work out how I...was going to get out of this. "Jane, please don't say anything to anyone about this. I promise I'll do anything for want and I'll never wear them again." I pleaded.Jane sat on the chair opposite staring at me. She started speaking "I mean, i was always suspicious about how my underwear kept moving, I always thought it was mum and dad checking. I decided to leave the bra and panties up to her. She could wear what ever she liked under her clothes but my gentile persuasion saw her choosing her white ruffed panties over anything else she had in her collection."I... I'm sorry, Uncle Pat," she squeaked out in an almost inaudible hushed tone. I could tell she was starting to cry knowing all too well what was to come next. "Huh," I uttered in disgust as I pushed her away from me and onto to couch. "You know that sorry just isn't good enough. Only once did he take her arse and once her mouth. Four times he came in her vagina.Eventually, still embedded in her cunt, he said, "My love, we must get up. Even Emirs have to work."It was the first time he had addressed her as a human being and she was immensely encouraged by it. So encouraged, in fact, that she dared to ask him something.«Master, my best Master, may Maryam ask something?» she inquired in French."Of course," said David, basking in the afterglow of his wonderful orgasms, deep. .so am continuing from where i left off last...Soon Ankita was starting to enjoy what was happening and did not have any apprehensions.....we were all alone for ourselves in my 3 bhk flat.....with all windows and doors locked and curtained....We started to feel the room temperature to condition to ourselves....and the only noises now eachoing in my master bed room.....where Ankita lay eagle spread and me licking her pussy was her heavy breathing.... I cud feel her body warmth and musk fragrance.