It’s been 3 months I have had sex and couldn’t complain about it.Suddenly I got emails one from Bangalore and other from Hyderabad. I responded to...the Bangalore first and I learned it was a mother-daughter duo who pinged me. They wanted to have a secret relation and too many of the locals would be a problem to them. Meanwhile, I learned a few techniques of being masseur. I have taken a couple of classes and tried it on Aparna aunty (read my previous story) and she was quite satisfied. It was. In surrender I knew I was his Bitch, my now hurting erection going unattended as I serviced both Gene and my Canine Master, unable to touch myself, being a Fuck Slave to use for their horny pleasure. Yet I was glad I couldn’t reach between my legs to jerk myself off, my dick and ass and prostate were tingling with ecstasy that filled my body with electricity, if had touched myself now I would explode, and I did not want this to ever end! Kings panting and heartbeat slowed as did the throbbing. His eyes followed the long sensuous lines of her legs; from her delicately round hips to long, tanned thighs and muscular calves and finally, to her delicate feet. In his mind he heard music again but this time it was a rondo of the sumptuous symphony that was Claudia Incarnata.Still breathing deeply, she turned and kissed him delicately; rubbing his shoulders and pressing her breasts against his chest. With her head on his shoulder, she kissed his ear and ran her tongue down his neck. After a. I shoved him back toward his fallen leader, and then pointed at the man on the ground."What is this one's name?" I asked, making sure he knew I was actually demanding he tell me.This was a crude intentional insult to both of them. Even though blondie was wounded, he was still conscious and able to speak. The unwounded one I'd fetched seemed mortified that I would asks him. My asking was an insult to him and to the leader. He didn't answer, and I put my Glock to his stomach."I've never felt the.