I was as eager to see this person. We got up in the morning and after finishing all the day works we waited for Mr. Zee to arrive. Madam X was dressed...in a light blue color saree with matching color blouse. In fact she had not even worn her bras as her nipples could be seen very clearly. Even her boobs were looking very erotic and for a moment I thought of fucking her vigorously. It was plain wishful thinking beause in the preceding time the interest to have sex with Madam X was totally. I moved my right hand down and gently rubbed the front of his pants and sure enough there was a decent size bulge growing.I was simply gagging for it. A few minutes went by as his tool grew to full length, I pulled apart and backed down onto the back seat, sitting down his crotch was on level with me, I rubbed him a little more and then unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, his cock stuck up like a flag pole and my pussy was leaking I felt so turned on.Slipping down his undies I bent. Janani’s voice turned to a menacingly low tone as she pulled Anjan to stand next to me, by his balls, “Thambi, I’m three years older than you are. I own your balls, you own nothing of mine. So don’t you dare even think you can control me with sex”, and she spat into his face, and mine, and squeezed both our balls worse than ever. Our knees bucked and tears started streaming down my eyes.“Please, akka, it hurts”, I tried reasoning. “So”, was the only callous answer we got. It was clear that. He struggled again, kicking his legs, but she held him tighter, squashing the air out of him with her iron grip. She dropped him unceremoniously to the ground, still wrapped in her muscular tail, and maneuvered over him, her large boobs hanging above him enticingly, swaying gently as her chest rose and fell. His eyes were drawn to her belly, where twin rows of firm abdominal muscles trailed down to her navel, he noticed a slit where the groin would be on a human, slightly pink on her soft,.