My parents had kept her for me. She used to work in their house and then come to mine later in the day. She was a middle-aged women, in her late 30s. ...uite attractive, her figure was perfect (not fat or skinny). She had just the right amount of meat in the right areas. She used to wear sarees mostly and sometimes suits. She had been working for the past 8 years. She had seen me grow up from my teens into a young adult.She used to wear her saree below her navel. From the day she started working. Shanna had not spent much time with her men that day, something she felt guilty about. Tomorrow she'd order an excursion into the surrounding woods, do some drills. That would be fun.A vision appeared of Helmut on the stone floor, blood pooling by one arm.This was not supposed to be fun.Most of her men were in the common room, taking up the part of the first floor not needed for the mess hall and kitchen. A fire roared in two fireplaces, the one at the end sharing a chimney with the hearth in. He said he probably wouldn't cum because he was too excited. That to me was so sweet! He also did awesome things for me like buying bubble bath and making a bath for me. Then he would rub me all over with scented lotion. It feels so awesome when he is rubbing my back and legs and feet--he knows how I love my feet to be rubbed. This is a huge turn on for me. I love the attention he gives me. It feels so unselfish--he just wants to please me.Why did I marry him so quickly? Because I just knew we. ”That made me laugh. “You mean like I did to you twenty years ago?”That made her laugh, too. “You know what I mean. I’d rather you do it right. I don’t want Tracy to be just another notch on some teenager’s belt.”“I see your point.”My cock was enormous by that point. I wanted to fuck Tracy right then. I wanted to hold her down and fuck her good. She needed to be fucked hard for blackmailing us.“Then you’ll do it? Should I go tell her that you’ll do it?”We kissed and I said, “I guess so, but.