Startled by the thought since the look John held was very serious and definitely not friendly I started to ask him where he would like me to start. Do...you know why you are here? Why your father brought you here? John interrupted. I slowly shook my head. No. I assume Im here to work for you? My father sometimes punishes me with menial tasks such as office work or manual labor. At this Johns face transformed into a grin. Not a funny grin. His black shoulder length hair and dark looks reminded me. It was my daughter, Callie. She's 19 now, and working some before she goes to college. She's really a great kid, hasn't really given me any trouble. Would you like to meet her?" "Of course" I responded. Catherine walked to the stairs and called for Callie. In just a moment, a gorgeous teenager bounded down the steps and stood beside her mother. Callie face was a carbon copy of her mother's, and though she was wearing loose-fitting clothing, I could tell that her body was just as sexy as her. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Yashvi’s mother, my kaki, called my name from outside. We all panicked. I and Smita ran into the washroom while Yashvi started getting dressed.She straightened out everything in the room and opened the door. Kaki, ” Itni der kyu laga di darwaaza kholne me and tu ye room me kya kar rahi hai? (What took you so long to open the door and what are you doing in this bedroom?) Yashvi, “Wo main Shivang se book lene aayi thi, Smita ma’am ko ghar se call aaya. She felt his full weight suddenly pressed onto her back, pushing her full breasts into the cold grass and forcing her face into the ground, his course paws wrapping tightly around her slender waist. His furred stomach rested heavily on his back, and she was pinned under his huge bulk. He began to thrust, and she screamed as she felt his semi-erect cock poking around her ass. He began to buck wildly, jabbing all around her tight slit but somehow missing, and she screamed out once more for her.