“Fuck my ass, Master. Take control. Fuck me like the little anal slut I am,” cried Amara.My stamina had been improving rapidly over the left few d...ys. Not just my physical stamina, but my sexual stamina. Still, the tight, clutching embrace of Amara’s ass and the beautiful sensations it caused wore me down.With an ineligible bellow, I came. I pinned my hips against Amaras and unloaded deep inside her bowels. Amara came again, this time squirting. Her explosive eruption of juice wetted my chest. My reporting time at office was 10.00 am and by the time I reached the specified locality within my area, to knock the first door it used to be around 11.00 am.By that time in most of the homes all the men folk had left for work and the door used to be opened by either the maids or the bhabhis or the aunties. And it was routine for me to use all my selling skills to gain entry into the home and then sell the products. After about 7 days of my first starting the job, I was at IRC and I knocked. Then she went towards the bathroom and when she went past me, I saw through the cuts of sameez, which was just below her waist. ..!! She was not wearing panty. Then I realized why she changed to gown whenever she wore salwar suit. So she went into bathroom and I saw his ass once again . .but o my surprise she didn’t wear gown today and just came directly to bed. Now I was beside my brother and my mum was on my other side. She told me today is very hot. .u can remove ur underwear. See chotu (my. “No! No! No! Jay exclaimed irritated. We are not going to battle with the bikinis this year. Pack two, finish up in here, and meet me in the car. Now!” screeched Jay.“ I hate it when he’s right,” she whispers to herself and then packs 6 bikinis. She exits her apt with a black rolling suitcase in tow behind her, a white mesh beach bag over her shoulder, an oversized bright white cotton floppy hat on her head, sunglasses shielding her eyes from the sun, a knitted black halter top loosely cups.