?" Never mind. You?re not her, you?re Emma. I need to start taking you tosocial events and showing you off, so that people think we?re an itemand try ...o figure out who you are. Then the fun will begin." Fun?" Oh, yes. Paparazzi, reporters going through your rubbish bins, cameraswaiting outside your front door... the price of fame."No! I didn?t want anyone looking into my past. "I don?t want to befamous, Master!" I?m afraid you have no choice. When you are seen with me, the presswill descend. Thankful, I packed myself and kids up and moved hundreds of miles from home, moving from the country to the big city, all for him. John had loved me for a long time, now I was his, and he wanted to do whatever I wanted... and I wanted him."You need to promise, that you'll fuck my body all day."He kissed my neck, and stroked my hair. I gasped slightly from arousal."I promise."He continued stroking my face and nibbling my neck and shoulder. His hand left my face and caressed my body. I loved his. I thought to catch them then. I thought why to disturb any one’s life, so I left and was hearing the sound they were fucking each other, Pooja was shouting to go slow and was using the same language and fucking sound could be heard properly, then I guessed both came and was silence all around.Browse indiansexstories dot net for more arousing stories.I thought tomorrow I will catch them but when I woke up, Pooja had taken bath and was ready for college I was also getting late, so I also went. If someone had bothered looking at the "slave bodyguards" they would have noticed that all of them were identical except for their scalp hair--all four had different hairstyles and haircuts. They wore slave collars and were barefoot.Hank was professionally dressed for a presentation in a dark pinstripe suit, contrasting striped shirt and a print tie. One would have to be very near Hank to see that his tie was tastefully printed with tiny cartoon characters. A pair of black wing-tip shoes.