I practiced wiggling my ass as I walked keeping my hand bent straight and moving front to back as I walked.When we arrived in the dinning room My Mist...esses Mistress was seated at the end of a long dinning room table big enough for 12 people.At the other end of the table was another woman I had not met yet, she was very pretty with long blonde hair, blue eyes and a perfect figure. I was introduced as Nicole, the girls new slave, and mistress told me the other girl was Tiffany, her husband.. ." Forever mine..." Together..." For all time..."Christine heard the words, but she was so lost in her desperate need to slake the fire, which raged through her body that she had no idea if she spoke or if Erik spoke them. And, she did not care."Oh, Erik! Oui!"He allowed a relieved groan to slip free as her words shattered the last bonds of his restraint and he began to fulfill her need with his own urgent rhythm. His mouth moved down the delicate column of her throat and he nipped at her. I do that sometimes to comfort myself. “Carol, are you okay? I hear you crying. I’m coming in. Why are you so upset? Tell me what is wrong.” “I just feel really sad. I feel all alone. My mother just does not care for me. I don’t know what is going to happen. You and your family are so kind to me. I don't know how I will go to college next year. My future is just so unclear." “I’m going to run you a bubble bath. You’ll feel so much better after that. Come with me into the bathroom.” I took. She denied that she will be alright in some time. I said aunty I am a good massager you will feel good.After so much of thinking she said to do it. I asked her if she has if she has massage oil she said no. Then I asked her if she has mustard oil she replied in the kitchen. I went to kitchen and boiled the mustard oil for some time and came to the bedroom. I asked her to lie on the bed. She lied in the bed by her stomach. I slowly lifted her green saree and peicot till her knee and started.