” They were either a bdsm “household” (a large group of people into bdsm that did not openly accept new members) or they were a cult…which I t...y to avoid that at all costs because the last cult I dealt with tried to get me to join in on their orgy to summon their “dark master” or whatever. Despite the fact that I couldn’t tell what they were, I was happy that they hired me. They were paying me triple my normal fee per day for moving all of their shit into the dungeon I had procured for them.The. There was a substantial crowd waiting for darshan of Guru-ji. We had made an appointment so that we could talk privately to him regarding my problem. I was a quite afraid seeing Guru-ji, who was hugely built, almost 6 feet in height with a stout figure. He was wearing a saffron dress and his voice was calm and reverberating. A feeling of obedience would automatically come seeing and listening to this man. My mother-in-law narrated about my purpose of visit and Guru-ji listened to it very. I hug her. Her arms are around me. She has moved more onto me, pushing me back and down into the corner of the couch. I have a girl nearly on top of me. Kissing me. We are making out!She suddenly stops. Rats! Her brain has caught up to her body. She looks at me. Intently, studying me ... her eyes narrow, thinking. I feel her warmth on me. I smell her perfume. I smell her hair beside my face. She is still just inches away. A decision is made by her. I don’t know what it was.“Rick,” she starts in. So his hand slipped under her tummy, searched for her pussy, started pressing against her, rubbing her clit, and it only took few more thrusts to give her another mind blowing finish. He kissed her, and gently turned her around, pressing his lips on hers, caressing her breasts, and her hand went down, touching his half hardness. She smiled at him, and pulled him on top of her, kissed his lips, his nose, grabbed his bum, and pulled him inside her. She put her legs around him, feeling him even.