He sipped all of it willingly and I left for my workout. I worked out tirelessly these days to grow my thighs and waist bigger than my slave. He offer...d me a clean up of my sweat and took my urine and fart as well. Later that evening we had an invitation of a marriage function, both of us were invited so I asked Tushar to get ready in a total gentleman's outfit leaving his slavery image behind. I asked for his help as I was preparing to wear a black banarsi saree, he did my bra and blouse. He was pressed inside me just an inch, but Eric was able to resist the urge to plunge deeper. I wondered just how long my stepson could resist the temptation as his penis throbbed just inside my opening.I involuntarily contracted my vagina, squeezing the glans of my stepson's erection. His penis arched up in response, edging slightly deeper inside me. God, help me, I wanted to take him inside me. I wanted him to fuck me long and hard. I then remembered that Eric’s father had a partially used. All the excitement of going to a new place had exhausted her and so she settled down, sleeping in just her underwear, as I had learned that she always does. Whilst she slept, I caught up on what had happened in England during the time I had been working, reading in old newspapers. It became boring after a while when I could still taste her against my lips, feel her hand in mine. She was so close, I could just reach out and touch her, but on the boat I would have to settle for watching her. Dirty old man syndrome? Probably. Don't ask. Okay, I might have exaggerated on the 'old'-part as far as I'm concerned. That day's newsletter seemed pretty promising. It was about a new girl. The description alone made my cock swell in my boxers. It said: 'Our newest small-town girl Layla has everything our viewers want to see. We picked this barely legal, cum-craving slut especially for you. The smart girl gets caught doing her classmates' graded homework for money by her big brother's black.