“What are you going to make?” Alex asked Savita Bhabhi.“That’s why I asked you over.” replied Savita “Since you are such a good cook yours...lf” she added.“Let’s get started! What did you have in mind?” Alex asked Savita.“I was thinking of something will Nariyal Cream” said Savita Bhabhi as she held two nariyal in her hands.“Mmm cream… I think we are on the same page…” said Alex to Savita Bhabhi while rubbing her cleavage with a bottle gourd.“Let’s save this beauty for later.” said Savita Bhabhi. " We'd better," he says before making a quick exit. You lean back in your chair, looking down at your cup of coffee. It's nice; a creature comfort fortunately still being consumed in the late twenty-fourth century. Still, it's not quite right. The replicators, no doubt, are to blame for the slightly metallic, overcooked taste you can't quite ignore. Still, it's hard to complain too much. Since your arrival, you've been accepted and given a home--no (well, a few, naturally) questions asked. And. Her hand on my head stopped me and I looked up."No, I want your mother to get me juiced up so I can fuck her son," Latisha said, already breathing harder.I looked up at my mother with wide eyes. She was deathly pale and staring at the naked black woman lying on the floor. Her head was slowly moving from side to side."Go on, April, show Latisha how much of a white slut you are," Mr. Jackson said. "Lick her cunt so your son can fuck her." When my mother didn't move, he said, "Tim, time to spank. I arrive at her house at 8:00 p.m. She opens the door, and I see she is dressed to go out in a blue shirt and jeans with very practical running shoes. I hand her the packages I have brought as her eyes look astonished. I tell her: “Moni, these packages contain the clothes you are to wear tonight; go to your bedroom and put them on!” She takes them in her hands and meekly turns away and heads to her bedroom, without saying a word. She came out of her bedroom dressed like a tart, as I had.