As you reach for the detergent, I spread your legs apart, and enter you once again. I start thrusting up into you, bringing you to your toes each time... On of your hands gripping the washing machine for support until you get used to the motion. My hands run across your stomach, up under your shirt as I start pawing at your breasts, pulling the cups down. I slide my hands back up over your breasts as I roll your nipples between my fingers. I massage them, pinch them lightly, as I continue to fuck. ” She returned back to continue work on my cock with her hands.“No Pinky, you have not yet learnt the art of cock sucking,” I said it was an act within the scheme of cock sucking.“Ok then teach me how to suck to a cock and I will try to suck it properly and make you happy Rajesh,” she was being very enthusiastic and I knew it was the time to teach her everything in details.“Pinky, your enthusiasm to learn is commendable while your zeal to practice is also very good.” She was smiling and. The anticipation of seeing your cock for the first time is only making me more horny. I finally get your belt off and unzip your pants. I’m staring at the bulge just beneath your underwear. I shove your pants down over your hips and you kick them the rest of the way off. You grab both my wrists and press them roughly into the bed above my head. You bend down and take my nipple in your mouth sucking so hard it almost hurts. I gasp and begin moaning, wiggling my hips towards you. Gyrating. You. Mustapha was my owner, I carried him in my body all the timeand, to the world, my proud belly sent the message I had been marked ashis territory. I was his property, I belonged and would belong to himforever.For days after the procedure, especially in the morning, Mustapha wouldhold my belly in his arms and wish me good morning with a kiss on mycentre of femininity. This had to remind me every day, at the start of theday, that I was his. Every one of those kisses would send waves of.