He thought back to the brief period of interest he had last year with BDSM, he really liked playing the Dom and being called Sir. “I like that,” h... said, “from now on when I give you a direct order like that, not a polite request but a direct order that you cannot refuse, call me Sir.”The surprise was obvious on her face, but her mouth obediently repeated “Yes Sir” in a much more humble and respectful tone. She stared at him in shock as long as she could until she needed to look down to see. How do you like them, natural or shaven?" she asked looking down at the thick curls protruding from the surface."I like them all, I'll take them any way they come, hairy, shaved or anywhere in between."She chuckled, "Why aren't I surprised. So, how about showing me your scar?" What scar?" Your vasectomy scar. You know; the one you show all the girls so that you don't have to wear a condom."He laughed, "I don't think so." C'mon, don't be a spoil sport; you've seen all my goodies." I don't mind. Moments did come where she could have told him but she didn’t have enough courage. Then the conversation shifted to Rupa and Anjali held on to it.Anjali: What if she tells you that she likes you?Vinod:For an old man like me, even a plain women telling that is a wonder, if she says that I’ll be the luckiest man alive.Anjali took a deep breath. Her breathing was so heavy and heart beat so fast that she felt she might get a heart attack. At last she told herself that Vinod won’t murder her and. Finally, he made the move. It was just a simple conversation. Nothing exciting, really or even remarkable, but the pull was stronger than either of them had thought. They talked for a while, and she was shocked that he didn’t shower her with compliments as all the others usually did. Janet was beautiful, dark hair, riveting blue eyes, a nice firm, body, a pair of tits that were not too big, not too small. She had a nice rounded ass, and most guys were putty in her hand. This , man was.