"That's good news, I swear," said Helen."Not really. The next time you misbehave badly, Master is going to send you to the slave market to be sold."He...en was struck speechless by this. The slave markets didn't really exist, did they?"I know you don't believe they really sell slaves, but they do. Master bought me at auction and I was so happy about it," she continued, "Others were not so lucky." What ... what do you mean?" asked the English woman."I mean that if he sells you, you don't know who. I was returning from college by scooter and I was opening the gates of my house when I heard my name being called by Sreeja aunty. Sreeja aunty was my neighbour, around 45 years old and she had two kids of which one of them is my age. Sreeja aunty was like a regular aunty, a bit chubby, with a large ass and perfectly-shaped large boobs, wheatish in color as any typical Indian aunty.Coming back to the story – she was wearing a brown saree as she was coming back from a wedding. I had the habit of. When I reached the ridge under his tip I held his cock there biting down just a little to give my tongue swirling more friction on the underside of his cock head.The combination of my teeth and the intense pleasure of my tongue on the most sensitive part of his cock had Nick rapidly approaching the point of no return. I was in heaven as Will and Brandon penetrated me with amazing rhythm between them. I was almost over stimulated and was, for a third time tonight, approaching climax as I started. I carried on, spreading my fingers as I went lower. This made a difference, I heard Steph take a sharp breath. Then I closed my fingers on her clit and got the first real verbal reaction from her. ‘Oh, fuck!’ she said. This made me smile.“I stopped sucking and licking her tit and looked up. They had stopped kissing and Steph was now looking down at me. I did chuckle at Alex resting her chin on Steph’s shoulder and looking too. All of a sudden, Steph’s eyes went wide and she looked to the side.