30 am. I was wearing blue jeans and a red shirt. Ma’am opened the door with a smile and welcomed me inside. She was looking fresh and was wearing an...orange saree with blue blouse. She walked inside her house knowing that I was following her. I looked at her huge back which was bouncing.Ma’am: Do you like what you are seeing, Aparna?Me: Very much and they are big.Me: Where are Sir and children?Ma’am: They went to his native place and they will only return on Tuesday.Ma’am: Ready for the fun. I am but your slave.”He smiled on hearing these words.“Good girl.” He told me, “You can have my cock for being so thoughtful...”“Thank you so much for honouring my body with your erection Master.”He took me in his arms and looked into my eyes.“Consider yourself honoured.” He told me, and thrust into me hard, making me cry out. He fucked me hard over and over, thrusting into me with force, making the bed knock against the wall. He pulled out of me suddenly, grabbed hold of me and dragged me onto. No matter how much experience she gains from the men in town, she always seems to default to the fantasy in the book. But that is not the problem. The problem is she is highly aroused by the dream—a dream she wasn’t able to finish. She runs a hand under her braless shirt to caress her breasts. She briefly considers masturbating, but decides it too risky. At the rate the horse is neighing, someone is bound to hear and investigate and then they might she her. Instead she climbs to her feet to see. The pain in her pelvis was under control and she looked much better. Since the accident, we were very careful in bed. Most of the time, I just let her do what she wanted, but assisted her if she needed any help. She had limited mobility in her hips so we were forced to contrive new techniques. I was learning how to meet the requirements of her body, a body which had sustained 43 fractures. She was a great teacher. Sometimes, her joints would creak, announcing that I should be more careful. I.