I’m going to tell u my true pleasurable incident,i think not to bore u and let me start the story. I had a neighbor named sunita. She was married an... didn’t have any children. Her hubby was working in a private firm in villupuram so he comes here once or twice in a month .she used to come to my house to talk with my mom. She was a very sexy lady with figure 36d-30-38.she used to wear chudis when she was in her house. One day she was brooming her house. I eventually went out and i saw her boobs. " A whisper."Pardon me?" I was jealous of Linda." You realize that a slave is not allowed to be jealous don't you mom?" The Clan's laws, written down by our forefathers hundreds of years before, forbade any slave from being jealous - that it was actually a crime in our religion. Yet those laws were wise enough to recognize that females do get jealous of each other and it was up to their owners to prevent any situation occurring. If a Clan elder had wind of what mother had just said, not only. He stood and watched, slack-jawed, as she undid buttons and stripped down to her bra and panties. Then she stopped long enough to help him divest himself of everything except those tight jockeys, with the straining point in the front.Then it was back to her. She turned her back to him and said, “Get my bra?” in a high voice. He knew she could get her own bra, and that she was teasing him again, but this was so much better than any fantasy he’d ever had that he was loving it. His unfamiliar. Yup, someone had been here. Chocolate syrup spots, and sticky drops. He scraped at one and raised it to his mouth. Honey.Not much to narrow down the suspects. Neither Cat, Friday nor Ali was averse to sweet accoutrements. But then he spotted the feather stuck to one drop of honey. A soft and iridescent feather. A Muse's feather. Friday's feather.As he cleaned his coffin, he made a decision. If the ladies were going to use his room for trysts, he was going to have to punish them. Actually, he.