“Did you just raise your voice at me, slut?!” “I – I - No Master, I am sorry, no. I would never. Please forgive me.” “I didn't think so,...slut... Now go and do what I said before I blister your ass.” “Yes Master.” I speak lightly, in a tone I know I have lost this battle, and better start behaving. I crawl over to where we leave our toys. I grab the nipple clamps, and one of my favorite vibrators, I glance at him before slipping up on the bed. I tease my nipples as I caress and pinched them,. I was setting the table and their mom was finishing cooking something in the kitchen. Their dad was sitting on the couch in the hall and reading the newspaper. Janani just walked up to me from behind, turned me around holding my shoulders and kissed me squarely on the lips while squeezing my crotch with her hand.I was freaked out of my wits!! Their mom wouldn’t have been able to see it from the kitchen but their dad could very well have. She coolly walked away after the kiss while I looked. Her chair pushed back from the table. As if she was trying to hide in the shadows between the lights. Her friends were all drinking and laughing unreasonably loud at what obviously was meant to draw attention on them. The music was soft and low. Almost symphonic and seemed not to fit the rambunctious crowd as they acted out their roles. Her hair was long and flowing. She couldn’t have been but barely 21. He thought younger. Her spaghetti straps were off her shoulders and the soft mounds of her. Serpin had to agree. They were late enough that her workers had already gone home. Serpin was pleased that Dalia, Tom’s wife had been looking after the house for her. The couple must have seen them walking in from their house across the street as only a few minutes later, Dalia was knocking at the door.“Dearie-me, Serpin, I bet you haven’t eaten, have you girl? Luckily, for you, I baked extra this morning and Tom got me a fat longears to make his favourite stew and you know I always make a big.