Maine usko utha k bed pe litaya n fir uske boobs pe hamla bol diya. Uske brown brown nipples ko mai choosne laga. Usne bola k plz thoda dhire dabao da...d ho raha h. Maine uski baat suni n wapis se uske boobs suck karne laga. Vo bhi kam harami ni thi, usne dhire dhire moan karna start krr diya, mjhe or josh chadhne laga. Usne fir mjhe apni shirt utarne ko bola. Maine apni shirt utar di. Maine fir usse pooch k bra to nahi pehni h, panty pehni h k nai. Usne bola khud hi dekh lo n ek kamini wali. "No, I can't see anything." her voice broke, and I rushed to her side."You moved Dave," she said, "Wait, wait, wait."We all held our breath."It's coming," she turned her head slowly and looked around the room."It's not very clear doctor." Give it a minute Michelle," he sounded full of emotion too. "Close them again darling and keep them closed for two minutes." Come here please David," she whispered, I squatted beside her and held her left hand, it seemed more like two hours than two minutes. He looked at Thomas for a moment longer before opening the door. The two slavers standing in front of him were all smiles. “Your father said you have a slave you want rid off.” DeShaun Williams said to him. “Yes, this piece of shit was fucking my sisters maid without permission several nights ago, I can not have this in my house hold. Take him and be done with it.” Matthew said to him his old friend smirked at this. It was an excuse and little more than that, Matthew did not need a slave he had. I stood up and took of my T shirt and bra. I then sat down crouching over her lap on my sofa. This placed my tits at her face level. She started to kiss and stroke them, then I felt her tears on them. I pulled away, asking her why she was crying. She had always wanted a big chest and this was as close as she felt she would ever get with short of plastic surgery. I looked down at her, her breasts were small, but in immature way. Being a ballerina, this had stunted her development. She would.