Swamiji was sitting on the platform. I went to him. He asked me to sit in front of him. I was about to tell my problem he raised his hand and said “...akshmi already told about your problem. Don’t worry. He closed his eyes for few minutes and prayed to god. He asked my name, my husband name, stars, date of birth and other details.Then he closed his eyes for some time and said “Aruna, your opportunity of being a mother is disturbed by the stars so you have to do some poojas to rectify it. The. She made a decision right then and there to do something about it. Looking at the time, another half hour had passed, she took a pair of scissors from the cabinet, her husbands razor from the shelf and went to work. Forty five minutes later she enjoyed her own look in the mirror again and discovered that the sight of her own body made her more horny than ever. She looked sexy, just as sexy as the woman in the magazine, and for the first time ever she wished that she owned some sexy. “You will be opened much more than that by Demonde when he hangs you on his tree,” Sydney whispered.I shuddered in anticipation—but, for now, in envy.I slipped out of the big house at Trelawny at 3:00 in the morning that Sydney designated and met him beyond slave row. He took my hand and we moved toward the mountain inland from the plantation home compound. We were still on Carter land when we reached a level area in the lower foothills of the mountain. Demonde was a Trelawny slave. He lived. She sighed and let her body loose on my legs. I patted her ass cheeks and asked her to switch positions. She was now facing me lying on top of me rubbing her wet pussy over my body smooching and sucking each others’ lips. We were lost in our sexual desires caressing and sucking each other.Using my body weight and some force I changed our position and came on top of her. I quickly wore a flavored condom and with a gentle push I slid my dick in her wet hot pussy and moved my lips on her breasts.