After that malar went to room her room, I too went to my room thing that my mami will leave the house but mami came to room. I asked her, y u have not...left to your house, she told she will not get an golden opportunity like this and told me to fuck her once again. I told her “NO I CANT” (because malar is down). Then mami convinced me like, malar knows everything she won’t tell this to any one being a girl she too can understand the emotions of women who is in need for a good love and pleasure. I quickly washed them and put them on the clothes wire to dry. I was tempted to keep them in their original condition and take them home.For the next two days, I had my own room, away from the constant arousal that she offered. Before I moved, as I watched her brush her hair or try on clothes, I remembered vividly many of the incidental pleasures of living intimately with a nice looking woman. She was far too distracting for me to concentrate.The meetings ended and we met in the lobby checkout. And as for those reoccurringdreams which left me blushing,well that's another story."May I come in Jemma?" came the call from the stairs, stopping mymeandering daydreams in their tracks. Even the name Jemma was the newnormal.Well I had won that battle. She had insisted on barging in my roomwhenever she wanted til yesterday when I had complained a little. Saidit was delightful how I had protested in my high pitched voice, evenstamped my feet in a girlish tantrum, really over such a minor. “I will say this though, if they attack before the appointed time I and the warriors from the slave pits of the underworld will exact a most terrible revenge. I will release you though I will keep my eye on you. Do not make me have to rip your soul apart in disgrace!” Ambrose growled feeling he’d gone a little over the top with the teen. The teen gasped as Ambrose lifted him off the ground. Staring into the teens eyes Ambrose could see that the young man was about to lose control of his bodily.