”“You will be trained slowly...but I will get more and more demanding….Because I know that is what you really want me to be...Just like in all t...ose books you left downstairs.”That may be very true, but she was never going to admit that!The sound of a zipper being pulled down.“I know what you are thinking...me being 51 and all, but I work out and I have a very understanding doctor. She is very generous with Viagra-prescriptions...”Was he that old?That could not be true, he seemed younger. She. “Your mother’s thoughts and likes are a complete irrelevance to me, Lucy. From now on, you are going to be following my instructions, not your mother’s. Is that understood?” “Yes, Miss Hamilton,” I replied. I let out a soft, low moan as I felt Veronica’s long, slender fingers glide over the delicate fabric of my panties. “Whose instructions are you going to follow, Lucy?” she teased. “Yours, Miss Hamilton,” I replied, parting my legs a little under the tantalizing touch of her fingers. . I feel myself getting wet. Wetter. I’m already wet. I always wake up wet these days. Simultaneously, a hunger and shame burn in me. I want her. I want her right now. I want her tits and her lips and that playful smile running all over my body. And I shouldn’t. Part of me knows I’ve never thought of June this way before. I’ve appreciated her beauty, but I’ve never wanted to devour it. This part of me knows to blame Reyna. Reyna is doing to me whatever it is she’s done to Maria. I just left my. Her name is swathi, married lady of 30 years of age. Whitish in color with nice & well shaped boobs.I was very regular to my yoga classes. Always I used to ask one or the other thing in yoga & so I was bit popular over there. Often I used to visit her house at least weekly… Once I don’t have any intention to have sex with her nor to look at her boobs or curves. This happened on weekend in the evening… I was bit lazy in doing yoga. As usual I started chit chatting… & asked about her husband &.