” I took her hand in mine and showed her how to stroke it up and down. Girl, it felt wonderful. I was ready to shoot, I was so close. I had to maint...in control.“Now you do it.” I let go of her hand and she continued to stroke me through my shorts. “A little harder. You won’t hurt it. You could also squeeze it a little bit while you’re moving your hand.” My girl was pulling at my cock. I couldn’t believe it. Then I noticed I could see down her top and the very tops of her nipples were peeking. Abbey could smell something disgusting as she moved painfully on hands and knees nearer to the feet of the man who was waiting eagerly for her to begin the task of cleaning his shoes. He had seen how Abbey licked and sucked at Joe’s toes, and he was anxious to see what she would do with his shoes. He wasn’t sure if he wanted her to lick his bare feet, especially after seeing how Joe’s toenails were so dirty, but he wondered how far Abbey would sink into degradation. He didn’t have long to wait,. The lady walked in to meet the guest and wished me, “Ayya, Vanakkam Ayya” and asked if he remembered her.I was dumbstruck, I almost remembered her but it has been twenty years since that Monsoon.20 years ago:Heavy monsoon has inundated our maternal ancestry village. I was too stuck in the village due to heavy rains. It has been a week of heavy rain and my uncle and our village Pujari (Pundit) called me to a ceremony that evening. I was instructed to change to some fresh dhotis and I was. "Yes, my pet," he mutters as she smacks him again."I own you. Not the other way around," she spits before sitting firmly on his chest, "Isn't that right, you naughty boy?" he laughs lowly before sliding his hands from the restrainsts. In one swift movement, he pins her down underneath him, her arms pulled over her head."No, girlie, that isn't right," he whispers in her ear as he reaches between them, sliding a large rough finger into her hot sex. Gasping, she wiggles underneath him as he.