Pattie, Bound to Please. A cautionary tale.It was in the third week of our 'relationship,' when we realised things were just not working out. Perhaps ...aving a 24/7 sex slave should have remained a fantasy but with Pattie desperate to pay for her doctorate and with less than a year to earn enough to cover it, while I had my bonus from the bank, "An obscenely large," bonus according to a certain rather jealous politician it was the obvious solution, and just required a mutual friend to bring us. I told sorry and went into get another towel. I gave her a towel and she smiled at me. Taking the towel she touched my fingers and her looks had lot of meaning. As I stood there shri slipped her veil down and started drying her face and neck with towel. She sexily looked at me and started slipping the towel towards her breasts. Then only I noticed her big boobs. As she rubbed then gently they started bulging. Under the wet chudidar they looked like big mangoes inviting me to bite them. I. She thought for a moment, then replied that she wouldn't know what to think until we found out what Mary wanted me to do. There was only one way to find out. I told my mother-in-law that I would pop downstairs to see Mary but promised that I would be back later on to give her the dirtiest fuck of her life.When Mary opened the door to me, she had that stern look on her face just like last week, but invited me in and ushered me through to her drawing room. The look on her face suggested that any. I took slow and unsteady steps as I locked the door behind me and walked towards the diva standing in front of me, dressed in the most promiscuous way possible. I was enchanted by her slim waist and her perfectly shaped navel, which was deep, narrow and curved, just like the ones of popular actresses. (Yes, I have a navel fetish, but that’s a story for another time.)‘You know why you are here, Raghu?’, she asked me as she took my hand in hers and placed it on her already erect nipples and.