Papa: Aaa, haan haan pakde rahna, hahaha. Chalo khana khao chup chaap ab.Fir ayse hi main aur papa dheere dheere khana khate rahe aur Amit bhaiya kha ...ar uth gaye.Papa: Are ho gaya tumhara?Amit bhaiya: Haan uncle aaj zyada khane ka mann nahi ho raha.Maa turant mujhe dekh boli: Tu kya aaj itna dheere dheere kha rahi hai.Main: Dheere hi to khati hun main hamesha.Papa: Are ise khane do araam se. Tum hamesha iske peeche kyu padi rahti ho?Maa: Haan haan bachaiye ise hamesha meri daant se. Aap hi ho. Perky tits above a smooth torso, tapering to a slim waist that flared to hand-hold hips. Her muff was neatly trimmed and bikini waxed, a half shade darker than her head. Yep, I'd say fuckable. Damn.I must have stared too long. "Well, John? Do I rate? Ah, yes, that bulge tells me I do. Your turn now, get out of those pants and show me your, ah, appreciation."She flicked open my belt, zipped me down and pulled the jeans to my ankles. No fooling, I think she'd had some practice. She was right. Marion snapped her fingers and commanded "Up, you lazy slut."With a "Yes Mistress" Jeanette complied and trailed behind his Dominant like a lovesick puppy. As they arrived at the door Jeanette looked confused "Are you going out Mistress?"Marion rolled her eyes and grabbed her sub by the collar loop "Sweet girl you were doing so well and then you had to ask questions." Marion retrieved a lead and clipped it to Jeanette's collar before tugging her along as she left the house.Jeanette almost lost. My hair was newly permed and fluffed out. With the extensions,it cascaded past my shoulder blades. Throwing caution and manual dexterityto the wind, I had had my nails done in an ultra-glamour length andsquare-cut with beveled corners. I was doing my eyes and cheekbones more boldly than I used to, owing tothe influence of the girls I see every day at the office and on the set.Our staff makeup artist couldn't have been nicer about working with me,showing me how to achieve the right 'look' for.