The first thing that happened – since she was now property of the state, and not a prisoner – was that she was moved from a normal cell to one in ...hich slaves were kept. Unlike her former cell, which had a bunk with a mattress, a commode unit with running water, a steel table hanging from the wall and a stool upon which to sit bolted to the floor, her new accommodations consisted of nothing more than an empty concrete room, just three feet wide and seven feet long, with a drain in the floor. . I caught my breath at the sight and she paused and smiled, looking into my eyes. I was sure that the youngster wanted me to do more than look; this seemed like a transparent invitation. Yet because of her age and our relationship a voice was screaming in my head not to do anything.Our eyes held and I could see that she was breathing very hard. I think we were both afraid to speak, both afraid that our voices would fail, both afraid that we might find that it wasn't so, that we were making up. So I was being pushed out of my own house gradually. From master bedroom to guestroom, from master of the house to a guest, I had become. I had an acute pain in my chest. I realized that day that I had lost my dear and committed wife Arpi and the house that I had built with my hard earned money to Ali forever. I was completely shattered. When I heard Arpi say this, I collapsed on the sofa. Arpi saw that I was unhappy with her decision. She asked me if I was okay.I was too shocked to respond. I. She sucked on his tongue as she pulled him off the couch and pressed against him. She could feel his erection on her stomach and his body's willingness to do anything she directed.She led him to the bedroom, never removing her lips from his mouth. Each moment made her wetter and his cock harder against her. She moved her face to his neck, inhaling the musk of him as she unbuckled his belt and unlooped the button of his pants. He grasped the edge of the bed tightly behind him and she slid her.