My pant started making tentSo i controlled and while serving spoon fell down she bent to take and saw my tent in pant and stared at it i said what hap...ened bhabhi she said nothing and smiled at me and said naughty boy….And went inside kitchen and completed and took my plate to keep in wash basin she came and said give it to me i wash it now and again looked at my pant and smiled i came to know why she is doing this….So i said chalo main apko madat karta hun to usne kaha ke aare tum sofa me. I stick my tongue out to taste it. No! You shouldn't! Yes! I want to! Thoughts run through my head but I can't stop myself and my tongue touches the wet panties. I taste his precum. It tastes like mine. I lick some more. Soon I find my lips sliding down over the panties, sliding his cock into my mouth. Am I really doing this? Do I really have a stranger's cock in my mouth.I realize what I'm doing. I'm dressed in girls stockings and a bra, kneeling on a cum-stained floor with a stranger's pantie. He paused to touch the ivory necklace on his neck, amazed that he still had it after these weeks of captivity, abuse, and torment, comforted by the confidence it gave him, even it slight and imaginary. The necklace was composed of a series of oblong ivory disks, held together with leather string knotted into holes in the edges of the disks. Each disk had a design carved into it. Serrah knew that Quaquo, a talented artist, had done the carving himself. One disk had Serrah’s name and another one. He took my hand and moved it to the bed. “Don’t do anything you are uncomfortable with. Don’t do anything that you don’t want to do.” I kissed his lips swiftly and backed away enough to look him straight in the eyes. “I want to,” I whispered. “Are you sure?” he asked with slightly labored breathing. “Yes,” I told him, replacing my hand to its previous position. He moaned softly as I reached the fly to unzip and unbutton his pants. It was painstakingly slow, I could see. His eyes watched me.