But being at home I used to always listen her to talk too many of her friends and the most common of these friends was Mr. Prakash. He too was 44 year... just 2 years elder to my wife. He was a divorcee and had left his wife and come and settled down in Bangalore. My wife when ever talking to him on the phone used to keep smiling and talk to him in low voice. By now our relationship had gone too bad and we were only talking through our children. Only sometime when she needed anything she used to. Now I'm Holly Phillips. Although I suppose I could be Holly Murphy, since for the present I'm Will's bondmaiden. He started out as my brother in bondage, as both of us were the property of Marissa.Your brother will never tell you how he got picked up by our mistress, so I'll start there. All the other men and boys who were vying to be picked up were parading around like a bunch of peacocks. Showing off and bragging about what great lovers they were.Your brother just stood there quietly, almost. These people have a lot to complain about and you think to yourself, “wow, their life must really suck”.So why are they always so damn happy? Never without a grin, always giving an enthusiastic wave and a “how do ya do” no matter what time of the day and no matter what day of the week. Life consistently gives them the shaft and yet they carry on like every day is the best damn day of their life. What’s their secret? Is it a loving partner that cares for them? Nope. Is it a newfound religion?. She didn't even stop me then! I kept waiting for her to say something, but Julie spread her legs even wider and sort of rocked her hips, rolling her butt as I began to finger her barely covered pussy. I couldn't really get inside her or anything, but I could play with her slit and that was seriously cool. I could feel her pussy lips, but only vaguely and maybe I imagined it more than anything else, but I knew my fingers were playing with a girl's real live pussy and Jules only kissed me.