He's had a long stressful day at work and has no intention of having to work for his release. Tonight it's my job to please him. I walk into my master... room, completely naked of course. My body after all is his to play with and should be easily accessible at all times.I drop to my knees in front of my master and gaze longingly at the bulge in his trousers. I undo the belt of his trousers and pull down on them, dragging his boxers in the process, setting his cock free. I lick and bite my lips,. But he glossed over the details, which is why some people insisted I needed to write all this down. They feel like my story needs to be documented, because my story is kind of bizarre too. Except it wasn't to me.How bizarre?Well ... as it turns out ... I'm my own grandfather.I know, I know. You're shaking your head. Everybody always does. But I can prove it. That's the reason, in fact, that I'm documenting what happened.It started when I was twenty-three. I had a degree, but wasn't working in. She wiggled it. “Sissygasm.”Jill giggled. “I hope he plays along.”They sat talking and drinking for about half an hour before the bed room door opened and Jack stepped out.Their jaws dropped and Jill said, “Holy shit, that is amazing.”He walked towards them on four-inch heels, a red flared skirt that ended above his knees. He wore a white blouse and his face had makeup and the long brown hair of the wig hung across his left eye.“That’s pretty impressive,” said Audrey.“What kind of panty are you. Bhabhi or mene kaha aap ke boobs. Bhabhi muskurane lagi or pucha or kya. Mene kaha aap ki back to bhabhi hasne lagi or kaha bas karo. Mene aap mujhe bahut sexy lagti ho or mene bhabhi ke hoto per kisss ker liya ye mera phla kiss tha bhabhi ke hoto per bhabhi boli arreee ye nai.Mene fir bhabhi ke gaal per kisss kerne laga to bhabhi ne kaha koi aa jayega to me hat gaya. Or is tarha me kabhi bhabhi ke gaal per kiss kerta to kabhi bhabhi ke lips per kabhi 2 to me bhabhi ki back per hath marta.