I have to go home. I'll call you later." With that Dana left. The next morning, Saturday, Dana called me and asked if she could come over and talk wi...h me tonight. I said sure. Dana came over about 7 that evening and when I answered the door I noticed that she was dressed to kill. She had on a leather jacket, a see-through white blouse with a black bra underneath, a leather mini-skirt with fishnet stockings and high-heels! "Dana, why are you so dressed up," I uttered as I stared at her body.. The amount hesuggested was a month's wages or more for a working man. To Elizabeth inher impoverished circumstances, a veritable fortune. 'Are you suggestingthat I should....prostitute....my daughter?' Her voice was a whisper. 'Such an ugly word!' cried the Baron. 'No! But would you rather shediscovered her sexuality with some farm boy, who roughly handles her in abarn some day? Surely it's better that she is introduced to the ways ofthe world by someone caring and gentle? For be. ”“Ok, Shreyas, you finished? Let”s go.”Rajesh was out the door, and Shreyas walked past Riya he patted her arm, and let his hand brush against her ass. Riya enjoyed the quiet of the kitchen for a change, and her thoughts turned to her boys.Boys? More like young men now she pondered and acting as hormonal and instinctive as all young men of their age. Rajesh, her stepson, was quieter, more reserved, a watcher and a deeper thinker. But she knew when he was thirsty for her breast milk he could be. The Black man spoke to the husband who stopped oiling and shuffled on his knees through the sand to the other side of his wife and started to apply oil to her breasts and then between her thighs, for which she spread her legs, giving us a view of her shaved pussy as her husband applied the oil first to her labia, then pushed two fingers into her. Jaye gasped at that and I looked over to see her breasts heaving, nipples distended. The Wife started to breathe heavier, I guess, because her boobs.