So I open one and started drinking with the food. The beer hit me fast as I was already hungover from last night. I finished the breakfast and the be...r and was again talking to Rahul and Auntie ji about random things.I looked at her and found the face glowing with some strange emotion that I had never seen on her face. I opened another beer and was getting really drunk and light-headed. So I just laid down on the cot, and my head was touching auntie’s ass.I could smell her body. She always had. It just kind of happened. We had messaged each other a fair bit and master became flirty. I resisted as I am married but I have an appitite for sex that couldnt hold back for long and pretty soon we were having many sexy chats. Just something about my master makes me feel more secure and safe than I have ever felt before. We both found ourselves sharing so much and a trust developed, a deep trust and even a love.Anyway cut to the chase cinders!!!!Our first night we met as Master and. She gave Mary’s arse a last playful squeeze, then pulled her lips away. “How is your bum doing, then?” Mistress asked.“It’s fine, Mistress,” Mary murmured, looking down and blushing slightly. “Let’s have a look, shall we?” Mistress proposed. Without waiting for a reply, she reached down to the fly of Mary’s leather hotpants, opening it with experienced fingers. With the fly open, Mistress slipped a hand inside, palm up, and caressed Mary’s dripping wet pussy. “Are you wet for me, sweetie?” she. Only two men had seen him draw and they described it as greased lightning, the fastest, most beautiful thing they’d ever seen ... at least involving gunplay.Buford hit his knees and tried not to fall down. Something was terribly wrong with him, and he felt weak. The boy was still standing there, and Buford re-cocked his pistol with every ounce of strength that was left in him. He tried to lift the pistol.Frank couldn’t believe he’d actually shot a man. His draw had been instinctive, the product.