As she threw the saree onto the bed, I could not control myself any longer and started rubbing my penis from the top of my pyjama. She was now in her ...ink petticoat and the black colored bra, which was hanging loose on her body.She went up to the dressing table; sat in front of it and taking her hands behind hooked her bra. After hooking her bra, she took her hands in the front and started cajoling her breasts and adjusting them so that they fit inside her bra. She then opened the almirah and. She was looking weak, as the bondage had worn her down. It was 12:25 and I purposely made a noise, She perked up "Master is that you?" she asked. I sat quietly in the chair observing her. She began to sob again, "Master must hate me now" her voice cracking between the words. "No I don't precious, I could never hate you." I answered. She straitened herself up and said in a soft voice, "Master, I didn't hear you come in." "I never left; I have been here the whole time." "I promised you a long. “Liana didn’t tell me of this arrangement,” I finally choked out. “She didn’t tell me there would be two.” “Ah,” Conrad said standing back and clearly enjoying my nervousness. He left me standing uncertainly there, at the mercy of both of their scrutiny. “I should introduce you to my wife Tamara then.” The brunette tilted her champagne glass my way and then continued to sip it, without taking her eyes off me. “The arrangement has not changed. Tamara is only here to supervise my pleasure.. The sensitivity was sensational; she reached up throwing her arms around his neck pulling him down toward her, as their lips met hot cum still discharged within.They lay together for at least half and hour, Eddy nibbled her breasts her neck and lips, never withdrawing fully until his cock had totally subsided, leaving his love concoction deep inside her. “That was really wonderful Dad, I really don’t understand as to why I’ve held back for so long. I think it or’t to be a father’s.