“Mama, yeh to phoolta hi ja raha hai! Sari jagah to isne le li. Ab main haath kahan daaloon?” Shalaka ne lund par rakhte hue kaha.“Arrey main ke... to raha hoon ki main pant badal kar aa jaaonga,” maine phir samjhaya.“Mama, aap bade ziddi hai. Bus baithe rahiye chup-chap,” ye keh kar Shalaka ne mere lund ko khiska kar jagah banane ki koshish ki.“Are mama, ye to jaise lagta hai patthar ka bana hai. Tas se mas nahi ho raha,” Shalaka ne mera lund dabate hue kaha.“Ek minute!” Maine kaha aur apne lund. I loved Wendy, but when she went into this ultra-submissive state, it was almost more than I could handle. It was such an open, unconditional willingness to please me in any way she could that it made me feel unworthy. It didn’t happen often, but it always gave me chills when she simply waited on her knees for me.I’d even gone with Wendy to one of her therapy sessions and with her permission had seen her therapist, Sheila Garvey, a few times, by myself. It had helped me understand that Wendy. With Walter home, my shenanigans with Carla might come back to bite me on the ass a lot sooner than I had ever imagined. Somewhere in my head, I had imagined that Walter and Carla's relationship would be finished long before Walter came home again in April.School really sucked all day. I spent almost every second trying to come up with a plan that would allow me to escape Walter's anger, in the event that he somehow found out about what I'd been doing in his absence.After school, I went home. I couldn’t help but rub my cock, knowing I could use her as I pleased. When she was finished cooking, Kiku demurely brought me my meal. It looked quite good as she set it in front of me. ?What are you doing.? She looked up at me in shock as she started setting her own dish down on the table across from me. ?Slut, you’re to eat on the floor like a dog, I didn’t tell you could eat at the table, did I?? There was a look of astonishment on her face, I don’t think she.