He is kind of a workaholic person who does his job from 9 am – 8 pm. His wife, Nisha is an extremely sexy and a hot 43-year-old woman. She is a hous...wife. Having no children, she spends most of the time alone. Harshit uncle was the one who gave me a room to live. He was my friend’s uncle. On 16th May, I reached their home in the morning at around 6:30 pm. Nisha aunty opened the door. The moment I saw her, I just fell in love. She was so sexy in that tight t-shirt and shorts. Her nipples were. She told me the best way was to just reach in and pull it out so she told me to take down my pants and get on my hands and knees. she then put on a rubber glove which felt really cold and then put her hand up my ass. as she did this i moaned a little and she quickly moved her hand in disgust. she said your getting some sick thrill of this arent you and i said no it just felt good thats all. after this she replied by saying well i hope this feel good, she locked the door to the room took of her. I eagerly and happily follow all of Jason's commands, his directions to me. I want to be his, to be owned by him."I repeated it ten times, permanently burying it deep in my psyche. When he brought me out of the trance, I looked at him."I know what you've done to me," I said. "Why have you done it? Why have you made me your love slave?"It was the first time a man ever looked at me with love in his eyes, except my Dad, of course. That's how I knew it was love and not lust. Jason loved me. That. Raju’s room in the second floor near the staircase room was a small cozy room with an attached bathroom opening up to a big terrace. The terrace had a roof with cloths line hanging all around. I went to the terrace and had a look around. Raju switched on the computer and was waiting for the desired site to openup. In the meantime I saw my mother and aunty coming to the terrace with a bucket full of wet clothes. They wanted to put them all in the clothes line so that they will get dried up by.