The ride there and back tested his control. While he was sure she wasn't doing it consciously, she was sending a whole lot of "take me I'm yours" sign...ls. And her perfume had obviously been designed by someone who knew what he was doing. She smelled so good that about all he could think of was getting his tongue, then his cock, between those pretty lips. Either set would do, thank you very much.Alicia was a bit nervous. She knew that she shouldn't even try to make a play for Charles, but damn. They are very young and the guy used to work as medical rep and the heroine(Menaka) of the story is a house wife.You know in those days mobile phones were not that much popular and everybody used to have landlines and Menaka used our relative landline for her communications. whenever in the evening Menaka get a call from her hometown i used to call her and she will attend the call and leave the house.I never had any bad intentions towards her and when ever she was bored in the evenings she used. ”“Say ‘daddy’.”“You like that, daddy? Wanna fuck me, huh? Then do it, daddy. FUCK ME. FUCK ME, DADDY!” Steve turned her over and pounded Rachel’s cunt like none other. He was a whole new man banging her pussy. She was a petite little thing, and Steve had never squeezed himself into anything so tight. “Yes, daddy! Oooo – FUCK MEEEE!”They worked up a sweat humping like rabbits, and Rachel was in for a treat. Never a fan of creampies, Steve pulled out and emptied his load on Rachel’s face. Like a. I think what started it all off was when I offered to carry her bag for her as it was the polite thing to do. It seemed to escalate from there.About a month later we were sitting in my bedroom talking, suddenly she said to me "You know you always carry my bags?, Well that kind of makes you my slave, and slaves should lick their mistresses boots" I laughed at her, but she wasn't laughing, she looked straight at me and said "'I'm serious, lick my boots now". I had no idea what to do, why was she.