Mujhe bhi accha lag raha tha aur main bhi uncle ko kiss karne lagi aur hum dono log ek dusre ko kiss karne lage. Uncle meri nighty ko nikal diye main ...ra nahi pahani thi aur main penty me ho gayi aur main bahut gori hu mere gore jism ko dekh uncle mere body ko chatne lage aur wo mere pure body kiss karne lage. Uncle meri penty nikal diye aur meri penty ko smell karne lage aur mujhe dekh kar smile kar rahe the aur uske bad wo meri chut ko chatne lage. Uncle bol rahe the tumko main bahut din se. " Wow! Can I ever see the benefits of that! That gives a whole new freedom to masters and mistresses, knowing that their secrets are forever safe!" I exclaimed. "Do you use 'memory deprivation', as you call it, for other purposes as well?" Indeed yes. Some want a slave who obeys out of a deeply held feeling and belief that we, and others that we may designate, have a moral right to exercise absolute authority over his or her person. We are, after all, his or her 'betters'. I want to stress that. Even though she knew she should stop it here and now, she had no desire to do that. The emotions she was feeling were too new and too wonderful to stop what was happening. Although she knew it was wrong, she would allow this scene to play out and try not to feel guilty about it later. He perceived from her reactions that she wanted what he did so he took it to the next step. With fumbling fingers, he managed to unhook her bra. He could tell by the way it let loose, that her breasts were happy. Her hot, slick pussy enveloped him like a glove, milking him with every stroke. His panting breaths washed over her neck as she whimpered in reponse. How did this happen? He began losing some of his practiced rhythm. He'd been with many women, but this one was different. She was something he never thought he could have. That he thought he'd never want. But here she was, with one slender leg wrapped around his waist, her skimpy panties stretched at her thighs with his manhood buried to the hilt.