She was wearing a simple earring and a nose stud.Her boobs were not prominent because of the baggie nighty. The nighty was looking slightly dirty. She...started walking inside the moment she saw me. Lohith called her and introduced me as Madhan his business associate from Mysore. I gave my hand for a shake.She was blank for an instant then she wished me with folded hands. She strolled away from us saying she will bring tea. While she was going away from us, I looked at her moving pair of ass. What now, her heart started beating fast. The corridor light wasn’t yet turned on the third floor. As Kavya stretched her hand to switch on the light, Mahesh held her hand back. He caught hold of her and turned her around in a swift move. Before Kavya could realize what was happening and react, Mahesh drew her closer and his lips met hers. There was just a moment’s resistance from her before she opened her mouth and allowed his tongue in. As Mahesh’s tongue found a way and started exploring her. I chose. Dropping my pants I stroked my cock to an erection. Without emotion, I willed myself to masturbate and fired off a wad of semen into my hand. I used the rapidly cooling liquid to write a word upon her head in the ancient language. She tried to move her head to escape but the thorns held her tight. When the word glistened, I forced open her mouth and shoved the rest of white goop down into her mouth. Then I slowly recited the three short sentences of enslavement.The wards about her. Hello, I am a 54-year-old widow. My husband died when I was 36. I had a son. He grew old and I married him off. All was going well but he died in a car accident leaving his wife and two kids. I was a widow so I understood and her pain and advised her to remarry but she didn’t want to and want to raise her kids on her own.Her parents used to support her too, financially.She took a job at her children’s school as a teacher and began teaching there. I was happy for her. They used to go to school.