It was not a love type relationship more mistress and slave! She explained that the tall black was here to be punished as he had been unfaithful, with...her ex friend! She Explained she was a founder member (the first they had heard of the membership) of the marked arse club, (known, they later found as MAC) and she had brought the stud to have him punished, share him with the hostess, and to have him marked as her-slave. The tall ebony stud, bowed his head and once more with tears in his eyes. Dad worked. Mum stayed home and me and my sister went to school. We lived in a nice house. All was pretty great. Then when I was 14 my mum died in a car accident. my sister was 6. Dad was a mess. We all were. He started drinking every night when he came home from work. Which he never did when mum was alive. He never became abusive or angry so it was never really a problem. It's been almost a year since mum passed and although he still has his beers after work things are a lot better. Life. This is a real story. I am currently working in Bangalore, fair in looks and 30 years of age.So the story begins. This happened a few years back. Once, I was traveling in a train to Pune. My berth was side lower in AC 3. I always had a fantasy to have sex in the train.When I boarded the train at 6 PM, it was full of passengers, and all were old uncle and aunties in my compartment. I was little disappointed to see old people, and decided to quickly eat dinner, and have a longer sleep.. Even when it was under the bushes. She would treat us to cookies and lemonade, if she were home. Other times the gang would come over at my house for a meal, and a sleep over. We made our neighbourhood a community. Even the parents would band together, some times, to help our group.Once a fire partially damaged a home. The rest of us put up the family, until the house was rebuilt. There was never any problem about the parents and children being separated, for they knew they were close, and well.