You've been a very good girl. You're my perfect little slave.''Oh, thank you, master,' she gushes, kissing me again. 'Thank you, thank you. I love you...''I love you, too, my pet,' I reply, patting her naked rump. 'Now eat.''Yes, master.'* * *I can only manage to finish about three quarters of the bowl. It really isn't very good after all, and I must confess that thinking about the disgusting dishful that my slut is being forced to ingest isn't helping my appetite any. Yet the girl has somehow. "It is part of the bonding, Husband. It is so my body knows who I belong to," she answered."What if I am killed?" I asked."I will still belong to you, but I may have to live with another. I will only bond with you my husband," she answered me.I drifted off and a short time later Verine kissing me awakened me. I reached into her hair and kissed her back hotly. Her eyes opened widely, and she opened her mouth and pushed her tongue into my mouth. This little girl knew how to kiss.I was erect and. After she came for me, we kissed again. I lifted her up and entered her standing there in the shower.“Oh, my God!” Pooja dug her nails into my back. “You like this?”“Mmm, yes!” I moaned.“Fuck me harder, Samir!”I pumped as hard as fast as I could. At no point did I even hesitate or worry about someone walking in, Pooja’s pussy clenching my cock was the whole world at that moment.When it became too intense for us to continue fucking standing up, Pooja had me sit back down on the bathtub edge and. I pulled into Mrs. Thompson's drive-way ready for what should of been half a days work flooring out a loft space. I parked up and rang the doorbell thinking about getting this job done quick so I could have the rest of the day off. A beautiful lady who I assumed was Mrs. Thompson because I had only spoke to her over the phone, answered the door. Now Mrs. Thompson was at a guess, early thirties and around 5'8" tall with long legs, a nice lean body and shiny dark hair that fell just below her.