" I thought you do that with her all the time? The poor girl probably had enough clothes to last a lifetime."She gave me a look that said, are you kid...ing, there can never be enough clothes.She shrugged, "He's on vacation. You know how much of an absent father he has been. I just thought that he should spend some time with his daughter before she grew old enough and learnt not to expect anything from him".She sat on the other swing, being careful not to touch anything with her stained fingers.. Like a viper, the hand swooped to his balls, fetching a howl from him as his cock slipped out of Janani’s pussy, following the trajectory of her pull. Janani’s voice turned to a menacingly low tone as she pulled Anjan to stand next to me, by his balls, “Thambi, I’m three years older than you are. I own your balls, you own nothing of mine. So don’t you dare even think you can control me with sex”, and she spat into his face, and mine, and squeezed both our balls worse than ever. Our knees bucked. She's cute, spunky and lost her mother two years ago. Worse, from what she tells me she never knew her father back on Earth. When her mother died she got sent to the concubine barracks with her mother's sister concubine. Yes, her mother was a concubine, who died when their owner did.That young girl realized that if she wanted to escape the barracks she needed someone to provide her some guidance. She approached Erica and I while we were leaving with our new male concubine. Long story short we. "No, it isn't right; at least not for me. I've just opened up to you, told you things most people keep as deep dark secrets, and the mood, well its not a make love mood. I – I love you, in a special way, but I'm not in love with you. I like being with you but---." It's okay. I think I understand." I don't think you do. Since leaving you I've been evaluating us; the reality of you and me and the frailty of our relationship. It's frail because you're twenty, or will be, and I'm forty-six; it's.