Spoke, not even pausing as I continued to lick and swab at her hard cock. As I ran my tongue over every inch of her, so as to get every inch, every ta...te of it in my mouth, I felt Mistress D’s hips moving, pushing harder against my hooded face, her cock going ever deep into my slutty mouth, my need to please her growing with each second. ‘You’d better keep me hard, you dirty slave, or else I’m going to whip you like I’ve never whipped you before,’ Mistress D. sighed softly. As I continued to. And you are the only boy who's ever ... touched me that way." The only boy?" I grinned."Well, there was our date with Sugar on Valentine's Day. And last week ... um ... Elaine and I laid out together and sort of put lotion on each other." I groaned. Last week, I'd put lotion on Elaine, too. "But you are the only boy I want to touch me. I don't think I'm a lesbian, but I might be bi. Still, there's only you that I want to feel holding me." To convince me, she pulled my hand inside her shirt and. The Village experienced a severe water shortage as there was a little problem in water supply department also all the wells started to dry up. So there was not much water for external activities such as cleaning, washing etc. So my aunt would wake up early in the morning & visit the river flowing nearby outskirts of the village for washing clothes. It went for some days. But after 2 days I decided to help her. We would reach at sharp 7 am wash clothes and then return back at 10. The river bank. It’s really a fun time, very casual and easy-going. Margaritas were the host’s drink theme of choice for the evening. I prefer wine because cocktails can be a slippery slope. One too many and I’m regretting something the next morning. The men emerged from their hole, smelling like liquor and cigars, to resupply their snack stashes. One of wives, now precariously teetering on the edge of “one too many,” started complaining that the men always played cards and left the women out of the fun and.