. Mehekk…. Mehekkkk aur kareeb gaya sir pe ek araam se thapar maara aur kaha k kahan ghayab hay … Kya soch rahi ho … Kahin pyaar tu nhi hogya..?...Jis pe usne koi jawab nhi dya aur kaha mamu may ap se ek baat kahuu… Mene socha k shayad wo mjhse kahegi k dubara meri bra mat dekhna etc etc.. Lekin us ne tou kch aur he poocha.. Us ne poocha mamu, ye pyar kya hota hay.. Mene kaha abay songs ki video nh dekhtii… Us din jo tm aai thi mere kamray mayn tu jo video thi *aaj phr tm pe pyar aaya hay* wo. Com, kind of on the spur of the moment, notsure what to expect or how much she was interested in pursuing her fantasyof submitting to a man. She was a self assured educated, professional woman.So what was she thinking of, submitting to a man? She knew if she did go through with this, she needed to find the right Master.She was giving her self, body and soul, to a man. She wanted a man to carefor her and control her. She would do whatever he desired with and to her.But that would show how much. "Darla? It's Joan," I said as I heard her pick up. "What do you want Joan?" she asked aggressively. This wasn't going wellat all. My enthusiasm for the whole idea died in my throat. I figuredthat since I couldn't practice this weekend that at least we'd all beable to spend some time together. I sighed aloud.The seconds ticked by as I contemplated just what to say. I finallyfigured that the best and only way was to simply come out with it."Well, I was wondering whether you and Fred would like to. I didn’t care to take her to bed. I was just m*****ing her body in standing position in our kitchen. She was moaning in pleasure saying ohhhhh plsssssssss Amiiittttt stop it. Pls squeeze it slowly, I’m ur bhabhi, but her moan was making me mad, and I was becoming more rough and wild. After sucking her boobs madly, I knelt down and I started licking her soft stomach. I even started biting her stomach. Her eyes were closed. Then, I slowly touched her feet and started moving her petticoat & saree.