I use the support of the cross, keeping my spine straight as I have been taught. I can feel the delight of the crowd as their whispers continue. “L...dies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us this holiday,” my master says full of bravado, “May I present to you my beautiful slut; who has graciously volunteered to be our Christmas tree for the night.”My master begins to address the voices, but I lose myself in his deep cadence. His voice always holds such sway over me. Luring me in with the. Jiju said, “Please, do not torture me like this Sandhya”.Then my Mom entered the kitchen and asked what was the fuss about. Didi said, “Nothing Ma”. Mom said, “Then why is Sanjay saying that you are torturing him? You both are newly married and such things should never happen. Sanju what is the problem?” Jiju like a small child complained to Mom, “I was only telling Sandhya not to wear a bra at home”. Mom said, “So Sandhya what is the problem with that. You are very young and have erect breasts. I got up from the floor. It felt as if the sweat had frozen on my skin. I reached for Erna's clothing on the chair and handed it to her. Both of us got dressed, I as quickly as my shivering allowed. Once we were dressed, Erna and I disassembled the wrecked bed. We threw the sheets, pillows and the three parts of the mattress on the floor. We pried loose the heavy metal frame with some effort and lifted it on the now properly placed slats. Then we remade the bed again: first the three parts of. She took my hands and placed them up her shirt onto her banana-Tits. I pinched her nipples and rolled them around in my thumb and index fingers, applying pressure, and little gasps & whines escaped her lips as I felt her nipples grow and harden under my plying and squeezing fingers.She kept kissing me with deep-tongue, licking my tongue fervently & shivering and moaning with lust as only old ladies genuinely do go into a sex-trance when they get laid by a young man.I kept massaging her tits and.