"Your hands feel nice on it" he said, "Get close, I want you to smell it", at this point I was in full obey mode. I probably would have said "yes" to ...hatever he asked. I bent over and got very close to it. "Smell it!" he ordered. I got a little sniff at it; the aroma was intoxicating, SO strong, I won't say it smelled delicious on the surface but something about that musky manly scent was like having inhaled a d**g, I felt taken over. "Smell it more. Don't be shy" he said as he drew my head. Why?She said – I have to tell to your parent about this,I said – please don’t tell anything to them. I will do what you say.She said – ok. You have to do one thing. She was wearing salwar suit. We came inside the room and she said – you have to lick my pussy.When I heard, I was so happy. My plan had worked. I was so eager to have sex. I did not waste time and kept my lips on her lips. I sucked her lips for 10 minutes.I had removed her kameez and also her bra. I had taken her boobs in my hand. She spared no time for her own frivolous needs. So does she lie here at night alone, then, staring at this web and remembering the feel of a lover's kisses? It made the young man sigh in regret. It wasn't natural for his mother to care for him as she did. Matrons did their best to oust the males they birthed, as soon as they could. Giving a son up to foster in another's House was an ideal way to make or break a bond, depending on if the boy survived to full adulthood. That was the Drow way,. I couldn’t pretend to be modest; I slurped as he popped his head in and out, against my cheek. I held out my tongue to taste him as he slapped my chin with his dick. Just when I thought it was all going to be about him, he unbound my hands from the bed. He then bound them behind my back and he instructed me to stand above him. He sat on the bed and I was to turn around. He instructed me to straddle him. I was still standing so he could examine again, what he was about to enter. He then.