Kate slid her hand along Riley’s thigh down to her needy dripping pussy and flicked a finger over her clit. Riley moaned and jumped each time Kate�...s finger made contact with her sensitive swollen nub. “Oh somebody wants to come,” Kate said with a mocking tone to her voice. She slid her hand up over Riley’s flat stomach to caress each small breast and pinch their stiff nipples. Riley whimpered at her touch and Kate leaned down to kiss her. As they kissed, I slid my finger along her thick moist. So before diving into the story, some honorable mentions. My name is Swarupa and my hero – my father-in-law’s name is Rajendra. His tool is around 6 inches that’s the reason he made me his slave. Coming to the story, my husband Rakesh and I got married a few months ago. It was an arranged one. Due to the death of my mother-in-law within a few days of our marriage, my father-in-law couldn’t effectively control the Company. So his son i.e. my husband started taking up more responsibilities due to. Margaret also has to have the last word. Before I left, Margaret reminded me again to find myself a nice girl. Pointing out again there was one living above me. Margaret hinted that Beth might be more then interested and was available. I was too obtuse to pick up on Margaret’s hints. When I described our first handshake, Elizabeth’s fingernails were short and sensible. They were much longer on the day I visited Margaret. With colored nail polish instead of clear. I don’t like them that way.. When you do speak you will always do so inan appropriately girlish and respectful voice. You will curtsey each andevery time you are spoken to, and each and every time you enter or leavea room. The earlier rules also apply. You are a GIRL! And a serving GIRLat that! Anything that belies your femininity or subservience willresult in demerits, and punishment. Oh, and one last thing. Remember inyour little speech on Friday? When you told everyone how when a girlgets a real job `All she does is.