.and nice paintings of nature, village woman, Goddesses and Gods...Even the bathroom was spacious and big..I took the bath hurriedly..and wore my own ...alf saree as I do not know how to wear the full length saree... I was wearing a pink bra, pink blouse, pink petty coat, pink and golden design long skirt and light yellow colored and small flowered half Saree....I put on my favorite jasmine perfume..under my chin, neck, between my cleavage and thighs....by the time I finished and came out, the. Unfortunately for me, I went months without ever finding anyone who would want to do more than trade cock pictures and what they called stats. I must have done that 10 times, but none of the guys ever got back to me after they had gotten a picture. I was about to give up on this idea too and then maybe go live in a monastery or something, because it was looking like I was never going to hook up. Then I went to visit some family in Wisconsin. I was there for a few days and I was getting horny,. "Betty... I'm cumming... youuuuu... Better stop..." I gasp.She gave me her sexy smile and sucked me harder than before. Up and down my cock shaft, she was sucking me to my first orgasm with a woman, my sister."OH FUCK... BETTY... YES... YES... I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU..." I screamed as I shot my love into her mouth and down her throat.She kept sucking me, getting all my love juices out of my now shrinking cock. Betty's arms held me as I shot my last time.We held each other tight, it was like. .." she mused."Time to prepare you for your first assignment," she smirks.Mistress pulls down the programming hood and I am blinded then imagesbegin to flash before my eyes as a voice fills my head.....MistressDesire's voice.Once again I open my eyes and Mistress is waiting."Follow me!" she commanded.I step from my booth and follow he, my hips swaying, my soft cockslapping side to side. I admire Mistress as I follow....but then theemotion is more of adoration. She is tall and shapely and has.