Mein usse btaaya ki mujhe bukhar hai or meraa badan bahut gram hai. Meri halat dekh kar reema ne khaa ki woh mere sar par thande paani ki patti kar de...i.. Yeh sun kar meine haan kar di or woh mere bed par mere sar ke pass aa kar beth gai or mere sar par ptiyaan karne laggi. Uske yeh karne se mujhe kuch aaram milne lagga. Kuch der baad mujhe pyaas lagi to meine usse pani laane ko kha. Paani laane ke liye woh khadi hui, to meri nazar uske gol-gol chutdoon[hips] or kamar par paddi,woh us din hare. To which I said if you really feel sorry then put your arms around me and hold me tight so that I may get some warmth and guess what she put her arms tightly and her body was glued to mine. Anyway we reached to mitas house and she got down, soniya too got down to escort her till the staircase till the time she opened the staircase lock, in between she was forcing soniya to stay with her to which she said no, anyway she came back and sat back I started the engine and again she put her arms. Sensing my confusion, Trudy slapped me on the back of the head and said, "We want your 'autograph' but we want it signed with your own special writing instrument." I continued to look dazed and confused. "Alright Einstein, you have to sign our autograph books with your cum," announced Trudy. "Who's first girls?" Mary came forward and her book to me. Sue grabbed the remotes turned on the video to play, turned the stereo on to a Lionel Ritchie song (geezuz, now I'm masturbating to this lousy. She was begging me to breed her, when I shot my load it was running out of her small pussy. It took me a full minute before my load stopped shooting out of my monster dick. I was spent; I laid down trying to catch my breath. Tracy got up and gave me a deep long kiss and said thank you master for that good dick. Then she began to clean my nasty dick with her mouth. I fell asleep as soon as she was done cleaning me up. Day three the last day of Tracy being my sex slave. Damn time had flown by, I.