He stepped back like he was admiring a work of art. “You keep yourself fit Mrs. Nice body tone and definition." With that last comment he ran his ha...d over her stomach. “Twenty eight inch?”“Yes.” He lowered his hand and felt her hips caressing them with both hands. “Thirty four?” Ali nodded. And then his hands came up and caressed her breasts. “Thirty two – C cup.” He was right on the dimensions as Ali nodded. “Oh I see your nipples are becoming erect.” As he massaged her breasts. “This is. Mai us pal pag hoo gya fir kya tha maine unki sari ko niche se utha kar unki jhnghoo tak le aaya or hath ferne laga or ek hath se uske doodh ko tattolne laga aunty ne khud se unki doodh ko uske blause se bahar nikal ke shall upar se odd k mere hath rakh diye main eittni asani se is manjil tak pahuch gya tha mjhe viswas nhi h rha tha pent k andar mere 7 inches ka land fadfda rha tha or fir maine use apni pent ka batan khool ki Ajad kiya or aunty k hath me diya to antyne dherre se mere kan me. When she was naked he lay her back on the bed and kissed her body from forehead to feet. As he tried to kiss his way between her spread legs she stopped him. “No not now. Now I need to feel you inside of me. Fuck me now please”. And he did and they did.Later, much later as they lay in each other’s arms, they talked about what both had avoided. When it was time, she would leave to return to the city. She would go back to working frantically at the law firm. Instead of the soft tropical breeze. It was the face of my Master! It was the face that I had come to love with every ounce of my being. My Master was kind and controlling, sincere and dominating. He had morals which made it difficult for him to see me as I was, the slave who wished to do nothing more than bow at his feet. Inside the blackness I shuddered the images of the pleasure the Master had given me surfacing.He was still hesitant, and he did not treat me like the slave I was supposed to be. A small feeble part of my mind.