One hand on her head, and the other on my cock. I held her head still with just the tip in her mouth, and stroked on myself for a few minutes. She...took over reaching for the oil, as I layed back while her hand pounded me. I felt as if I was on the edge, but couldn’t cum. She kissed on me again, and asked if I wanted her to finish me by hand, or in her mouth. I was speechless. I told her she had to decide. Neither was her answer. She wanted it splattered all over her chest. She flipped over,. Next day my maidservant came as usual at her time finished her work and went away and I like a fool was thinking about the missed opportunity cursing myself all the time. I thought that somehow I have to take the opportunity of talking to her and was preparing myself mentally all the time for next morning. At last the time came and somehow I took a bold decision of talking to her …under some pretext or other I went to her .I asked her about her family etc. Her name is Ansul.That day she was. "Too bad," she said lightly. "I really like playing with it." Isn't this kind of sudden?" he asked.She nodded. "Uh huh." So don't you think you've experimented enough?"She shook her head. "Nope." Your mother is going to kill me," he said softly."My mother is going to share you," said the woman child."You're insane. She'll never agree to that. She'll send you off to a convent first." Then I'll escape," said Mandy, her face quite serious.Bob knew enough about women, particularly Masters women, to. When she frist came in and Dad started in on her I was instantly hard, but it sure went away with that lecture about hurtin her, Shit, I feel bad about gettin so carried away, beatin her ass and fuckin her so hard. Now I just want to hug and hold her, Shit and then Fuck her again" God Dam, Maybe the Bitch was right, this is goin ta be hot, but I sure miss makin her do whatever the fuck I wanted, like I was the Master and She was the Slave, but fuck it, that's over now. Shit, I wish this useless.