’ Sarah smiled, bent forward, and put her tongue on my right nipple. She flipped it back and forth as I’d done hers. It was a surprisingly remarka...le sensation I’d never felt before. Now I knew why she enjoyed it so much when I nibbled her nipples. A few seconds later she started massaging my scrotum. It was the trigger that started an landslide. I could feel the inevitable sensations building in my loins and I shot several long squirts of semen skyward as she continued stroking. Large spurts. .. built and receded, expressed in those little breaths. And then a shiver. A pause. Another shiver. A deep intake, a release, and calm once more.Was that... ? I think it was. My body had reacted in a particular way to the sounds, and though I halfheartedly tried to tell myself that it was probably just someone who had fallen asleep on their books, the changes I felt within my pants belied that theory.I became aware of my restlessness, an urge to move, uncovered by another’s private ritual. But. That was the flood season and Monish took the chance and offered me to visit his house. I gladly accepted and board in the train. After train there was a short bus journey and then we hired a boat. We reached his house in the dawn of the next day. The whole scenery enthralled me, Monish’s house was looked like an island from the far. Actually the whole village as far as my eyesight went was sunk under water and the houses of the cultivators looked like an independent island. Monish’s father. I said, ?can you walk bitch?? she croaked out, ?some if I bend forward and take small steps.? I responded, ?get moving for the playroom and we will chat as we go along.? she began to hobble, walking awkwardly. I asked, ?did you muder Sam?? She answered resignedly, ?probably.? I told her, ?well I like your pussy???keep me liking it and I will keep you for myself.? adding, ?if you don?t, well then I will give you to Beth permanently!? she sobbed an answer, ?yes Master.? she did not.