With a soft moan as she is enjoying mom’s fingering. She slowly turns to me and ask quietly what can I do? I hear the next song start and it is a ...low one, just perfect timing. Reaching for her hand and mom seeing this removes her hand between Mrs Sumter’s legs. Mom grabs her other hand, we escort my teacher to the dance floor for one slow dance. We three in a tight circle with my mom and Mrs Sumter’s arms on my shoulders and my hands on their asses giving them a nice firm squeeze. We. She was a tall, curvy woman, very attractive. She had long dark-red hair and wore tight leather trousers and jacket, with knee-high black boots. 'Oh, you are a lovely little slut already, but when I'm finished with you, you'll be the best fuck-slave around' she said with a grin. With that, we left the cafe and parted with my master. I would be spending the next several months with my new mistress, being even more feminized and turned into a passive fuck-slave. She lived in a 2-bedroom. She came to my place in GK and we headed to PVR saket, saw a movie there and then went to Connaught place for shopping. After shopping us both were tired and decided to come back home. We reached my place around 4pm, she called up her home and said we have come back and are at my place. We both had water and she went for bath, and then I also had bath as it was very hot that day. Now she was wearing new cloths which she brought from CP and she was looking damn sexy in that deep neck short top. ‘My sister is very sensitive to any mention of her skin colour. She’s grown quick to take offence. Too quick, perhaps, some people are stupid rather than vicious, I suppose. But then, maybe I just don’t understand how awful it feels – how it hurts. There’s this Kevin Ayers lyric that says, ‘Brown is the colour of skin / that I’d like to be in / ’cause it doesn’t seem right / to be coloured so white.’ I think yours is beautiful.’ He smiled a little to himself. ‘My sister is always busy with her.