I took a slow pull of coffee and moaned with pleasure. “Thank you, Daddy,” I said, “for the coffee and for letting your slut sleep in.” I skoo...ched over to make room for Daddy in the bed, but he just shook his head slowly and produced a piece of paper I hadn’t seen in his left hand. “I have work to do and so do you,” he said, and handed me the paper. Without my glasses, the paper looked like it was covered in black ink. I took the paper and brought it up to my face. “Thank you, Daddy,” I. This man is a genius and hell solve your bra problem he has a private fitting area for his exclusive clients. Lets face it Marge you are a local dignitary and need to be afforded the most discrete service. She played to Marjories vanity and it was working. Vicar Adam wont miss you for a few hours will he? No we sometimes dont see each other for the entire day. Good finish your tea and Ill get dressed be right back. She went into her dressing room and put on a wraparound Diane Von Furstenberg. Once my parents have to go to the village for some work and I was alone in home. Mom told Shobha aunty to arrange for my food. Next day morning, I didn’t go to college. I was watching tv and suddenly signals went off. I went to our terrace to check the direction and orientation of the dish antenna and was seeing downwards. Shobha aunty was on her balcony having her tea. As I was looking downward, I saw upper part of her beautiful melons and the cleavage running into her boobs. It was an awesome. "Hmm, he's ready too. Bet he wants to come out and play." she smiled intently, holding me with her eyes. "Huh!" was all I grunted, an involuntary sound, which meant nothing. But she took it as assent and proceeded to grab my balls tighter, driving me backward into the gloom of the parlor, steering us to deluxe peepshow booth. Pushing me down onto the seat she locked the door and her colleagues on the outside. Hand on my chest she used the other to deftly undo the buckle of my belt and the top.