"God, Baby, I need to fuck you now."Wesley was real, I could feel his hard cock under my ass. He really did want to fuck me now. His hard cock contain...d by his clothes."Yes, Baby, I want you to fuck me hard. Take me into the bedroom and fuck me."I don't think I was acting at this point, I really did want Wesley to fuck me. My pussy felt wet and I was horny. Wesley picked me up and carried me into the master bedroom. I didn't have to guide him, he knew which bedroom belonged to my husband. He. That is why you came here, didn't you?"Was he right? Did I come with Andrea because I didn't want her anymore,because I wanted to let go of everything and have Mistress decide aboutmy life? Oh, I was confused. Totally confused. I vowed to go throughwith what Mistress had planned. I didn't want to disppoint her. After ashort while we arrived at the place: A beauty parlor. John told me thiswasn't just a normal beauty parlor but it had some extra features Iwould get to know soon enough.He ushered. She had been foolish, and lost track of time. She hadn’t noticed the voices fade into the wind, until there was nothing left but the dancing ice and snow that twirled around the logs, signalling danger, danger, danger.Her cheeks burned.‘Come here, Jean.’Sometimes, the voice was tipsy. Swollen with fermented pride and pissed away frustrations. She was lucky then. Mead dulled the mind, and slowed one’s reflexes, making it easy to escape.She continued to scratch the wood, more intensely now. She. There was also a new member in the new house whom my aunt introduced as Pintoo, a servant of the villa. Pintoo was around 15 years old and apart from working as a servant he also has to study in a nearby school.He belonged to a nearby poor family and his parents were laborers at a construction site in their village. As the days passed by my chemistry with Pintoo gelled very well and I started helping him in his studies and he too accompanied me while playing video games.I started liking this.