When she started to talk back to me, though hesitantly, I could make out by her accent that she was a malayalee. Though I was also a malayalee, I was ...areful enough not to talk to her in Malayalam and continued my work. Slowly I took her hand and placed it on my bulging cock over the underwear. She lightly touched it without realizing what it was and suddenly removed her hand on finding something strange perhaps. I persisted in placing her hand on my cock and letting it remain there. Now I was. Those were- sindoor in my maang, bindi on my forehead, the mangalsutra around my neck, the glass bangles in my hands and payals in my feet5) I didn’t have the right to take out my mangalsutra even for shortest duration nor I had the right to wear it by myself. Whenever needed, it had to be taken out as well as put around my neck by Sunita mam only and none another in the world.6) I was not supposed to take her name verbally7) I was supposed to touch the feet of Sunita mam’s relatives who were. Even without the loot, every man with us was due more than forty Quads.No one argued against paying them all their basic pay in whatever form they wanted, plus one-quarter of their share of the loot and last a token that said we still owed them the other three-quarters of a share and would pay it once we’d figured out how much that really was.I frankly had no idea how to total the loot. All we could do was estimate it. We had each ship-captain do an inventory as best he could of everything. .tutto cio' non fece altro che eplodere in bocca una padellata di sperma che Lei assaporò senza sprecare una goccia...a quel punto mi ero un po' pentito...ma Lei con fare da donna matura mi disse non pensare di cavartela così..lo riprese in mano e incomincio' a segarlo con maestria altro che troie...quando stava al punto giusto...se lo ficco ancora in bocca per spompinarlo ancora.....mi mi sgridò di non venire perchè la prima volta mi ha perdonato la seconda volta no.Se lo infilavo in gola e lo.