Her features were blunt and she could not be called a woman with an appealing beauty but her 40 sized breasts and 38 sized Ass was always a Turn ON fo... any man. Besides, she was certainly a teaser. She always wore a low cut blouse exposing a substantial part of her milky white cleavage and the cloth of her blouse was thin enough to give a complete glimpse of even the design and its colour of her brassiere.Any man was sure to have a drop of Pre-Cum at least if he saw Mamta wearing a Saree. In. I had just left a horrible party. No alcohol, and my close friend left me for a quick fuck as soon we got there! I was wearing my black leather jacket. White tank top underneath. My tightest jeans and my black boots. Im about 5"4 and have long blond hair. My eyes are green mostly and they sometimes turn Grey. Anyway i was looking around noticed the street is empty. This street is usually busy. I felt something was off so i picked up the pace. I almost made it to the end of the street when i see. And likewise with my balls and his legs. Anjan began his pleading only to get a sharp slap across his face, leaving angry red impressions where her palm connected with his face. It shut him up. “Normally”, Janani spoke, caressing our cocks – mine hard, Anjan’s soft from fear, “the slaves’ arms will have to be tied to ensure they can’t cheat by holding their leg up with their hands. But my slaves won’t do that, will they?”; it was not a question. She gave up on Anjan, who couldn’t get hard. I loved him more and my respect for him grew much more. But the other part in me still told me that it’s not wrong and it’s sure that, if I had forced him he would have surrendered and that he’ll surely come back to me. I cut through thoughts and didn’t knew when fell asleep.Next morning, at breakfast, we weren’t looking at each other and just involved in other things. We didn’t talk the whole. I tried to talk to him, but he avoided. I think his guilt is troubling him. I felt sorry for him and.