Finally my mamas topic came,why wasnt he marrying,oh he was frustrated of being rejected.it was fate he said.nandita took another plate of chicken to ...eplace our snacks.i jockingly asked uncle”how about nandita”.he had this lusty greedy look on his face,that made me realize one thing,that in this home everybody is hungry for sex uncle sham,dad was just curious i understand him.and me ofcourse,waiting for an opportunity.with this in mind i asked”dad how about nandita”.dad again gave me. Then he realized something else; he was getting aroused at the mere thought of her punching and dominating him.'Wow, I never realized that about myself. Maybe what they said about me is true, maybe I am a submissive.'"Bill ... Bill, here's the key to our room; why don't you go in, take a shower and get comfortable. I'll be in as soon as I'm finished with my workout."Gail watched as he headed for the room. She hooked up a second resistance band and went though her workout routine. It had been. Quietly."She opens the dishwasher and starts removing the dishes and placing them in the cupboard. She is very careful and methodical about it. Nevertheless, as she places a plate on top of another plate in the cupboard, it makes a clanking sound. "Hands on the counter and present your ass to me."She complies and he smacks her ass with the wooden spoon. She squeaks with its impact. She continues emptying the dishwasher. Now he begins to tease her. He stands close to her as she works, sliding. “Mom will kill us if she gets to know any of this. You idiots have to be careful, not horny! Now wear your clothes!” Janani warned in a gruff voice. “Yes, mistress”, both Anjan and I sheepishly grinned and said.Janani watched us, still bottomless, as we collected our now scattered clothes. “Help each other wear your clothes, don’t wear it by yourself, my cuntslaves”, Janani giggled and blew airkisses at us. We giggled back, “yes, mistress” and helped each other wear our clothes, using this as.