I informed in my house that I was called from my office. They asked me to correct a few files, and I will come only in the evening. I went to his hous... the next day at the correct time. The roads were empty, and nobody was around. I know about this house because I stayed long before moving to our new house.It’s a rental apartment especially made for college students. Due to lockdown, nobody was seen on the roads as well as in the building. I parked my car outside and asked for the rent while. The farmer wives walked in, placing platters one the hands and backs of the house slaves. Carie struggled a bit with the weight of the heavy iron platter, but adjusted soon enough. As dinner went on, the conversations went on and on. Then, the Master made his entrance."How's the new house girl?" Master asked the breeder."She's acceptable, Master." Did you have a chance to clean up before dinner?" No, Sir. After You used me, I came straight here." Ah, then let Me help." Master pushed the. She saw me lick my lips and opened her pussy lips for me. I stroked my cock slowly as she chuckled.Me: Take off that tank top but leave the flannel shirt on baby.Mallika: Fuck, you’re naughty. I love it.She took off her tank top off camera and came back into frame. She had on nothing but the flannel shirt. Her skin looked silky-soft as she stood there with no panties or bra on. She smiled at me with her plump red lips and leaned into the camera.I started stroking again as she let the shirt fall. She then remembered her current state of undress and quickly pulled her panties and tight yoga pants up (which began soaking in a few globs of Tilston’s cum that were dripping down her thighs) throwing on a sweat-stained t-shirt afterwards that fit her somewhat well but Austin assumed belonged to Tilston, giving the slightlt baggy fit and football team logo on the front.“Just ride to the meet with us,” Austin replied. “You were gonna go to watch Tilston anyway, right?”“Well I mean, it’s not.