I knew she was happy as my slave, even before I become a favoured son of the Clan, downright poor - she was in endless lust and love for her son and m...ster.That didn't still her fears that I could drop out of passion for her; I had noticed the small comments toward pretty and youthful girls at church each week. Or the shy questions about her added, and uncontrollable, weight about her ass and hips. And then there was Mr. Duncan politely suggesting I should marry - and mother sobbing into her. Instead, it slowly reached up, pinched the hat at its peak, lifted it off its head, and let it drop on to the sidewalk. Smooth black hair, parted perfectly in the center to a crisp white line, flowed around the person's head in two curtains which glistened in the light. The two small horns curled up from just in front of the temples. As the head tilted back, a woman's face came into view. Her skin was a light chai color, with delicate features which hinted at an Indian or south Asian. "Put your wrists together Kate"She complies as some sort of cable tie slips around them - her hands are together and he moves her deeper into the hall. In the dark he slips the tie over a hook in the wall and whilst she's not suspended, it would be painful if she had to step out of her heels. There isn't much chance of her doing that though as she suspects he rather likes her in them.With her hands over the hook he can use his for other purposes - one hand pinches a nipple which forces a groan. Wo bhi siskiya bhar rahi thi. Phir maine dhere se apna hath uske gale ke paas se daal kar doodh dabane laga. Par mujhe uske tight bra ke karan pare shane home rahi thi. Usne hath badakar apne bra ki huk kohl diye. Mai uske doodh ke daba pa raha tha. Mai uske makhan jaise doodh ko be rehme se masal raha tha. Doodh ki nipple ko nichod raha tha. Uske siskariya ki awaz badhti jay rahi thi. Mai akanksha ki doodh ko chusna chaha raha tha. Par khuli chat par khar ke kisi member ki aa jane ka dar bhi.