One day she wore a new saree. It was red in color. She always wore low hip sarees. My cock got erected as soon as I see her. I just seeing her navel, ...oobs and cleavage during class hours. She too noticed me. But she gave a naughty smile on me. That night our conversation through text was…Me: hi mam JMam: hiMe: is it ur birthday today ?Mam: No… why ?Me: u wore new saree today.. so lay I asked..Mam: yea.. its new.. Is it nice ?Me: yea mam.. the saree was very nice.Mam; No, I asked am I good in. "Thank you, master," I said, and knelt up off my heels to begin my work. With my hands bound behind me I was somewhat limited in my techniques, but I expected I could do enough with my lips and tongue to bring this man pleasure he had never known from his girlfriends, wives, or prostitutes. After all, I was a trained pleasure slave. I moaned in apparent pleasure as I bobbed my head up and down, closing my eyes to focus the physical sensations of intimate service. Never before had I pleasured a. Taking the stack of letters, she walked over to a soft well worn chair near the window and sat down with the envelopes on her lap. It was his chair. No matter where he was, she thought to herself, it would always be his chair. Methodically, she moved the top letter to the bottom. They had a certain order, Sarah said to herself. You have to follow the order, she thought. The next letter, she nodded as she read the date. Yes, this is the one, she thought with a smile. She could see his face. Her. He needed time to think about what had occurred between Kathleen and him but he wasn’t going to get it. He found his dinner clothes laid out for him so he quickly dressed and rushed off to the Drawing room. He took a deep breath, opened the doors, and stepped in. He was surprised to see every one there, his 2 sisters, Mother and Father, Catherine, Patricia, and of course, James. He seemed to the center of attention, as he always was, entertaining with some story of London and politics. Charles.