I'll give them a piece of my mind. I start to walk towards them when voice comes from a darkened corner."I would suggest of you, for your own safety, ...ou do not interrupt my apprentices. I will try to answer any questions you have," an old man, must be in his late 50s, stepped out of the shadows in the corner of the room furthest from me, "but forgive me if I know not the answers, I am but an old sage who may not be familiar with all your vernaculars."He smiles at me. Dressed in along flowing. One by one I saw the three other guys come and look at me stretched out on the sunned. I deliberately posed showing my legs and bottom off to tease them. I kept going in the kitchen and shouting down the stairs to the playroom asking if they wanted a cup of tea or coffee. They took turns to come and collect the drinks and each time I bent over the table and pulled my knickers to the side and pushed my pussy up so they could enter me easily.Daddy loved me acting like a slut, it turns him on.i. . it was a trance of tightness. Even harjot was not that tight. I stayed there for a min. She was trying to move but I was keeping her laid down.. When she stopped moving, I slowly kissed her ckeek and said in her ear “Bas ek aur jhatke mein seal toot jayegi…”My hand was on her mouth, so she couldn’t speak.. but she was moving her head signaling me not to do it.. I ignored her.. Slid my dick slightly out and rammed it in her..She arched back with a her muffed scream…“Mmmm….mmmmm…. mmmmm”. She. There were other aspects of her personality. Her sex appeal, one couldn’t discount. She knew how to dress, and she knew how to dress for men. She believed men liked to see women in clothes that exposed as much skin as possible, but she also knew most men had little regard for women who deliberately dressed that way. She thought the smart way to dress was to wear clothes that hinted at sexuality without being overtly sexual. She knew she had to dress for men, for it was men who controlled the.