I am your feet slave” he caught my legs. I laughed loudly and held his nose and asked him to stand. He stood. I asked him to sit. He sat. Like that ... made him sit and stand for 100 times. Then I asked him what about my sex, I want 10 inches cock and 24 hours sex. He caught my feet and said “You fuck with whomever you like. I am your slave. Your nose is enough to me. Let me lick your nose every day for some time. I okaed. That day onwards he became my slave, Mom said. Ramana asked surprizingly. Yeh silsala bohat dino tak chalta raha aur ek din maine mom se pooch liya ki aap har roz akele uss maid ke sath kya karti ho woh boli ki kuch nahi bas aise hi back mein dard hota hai toh dawa lagwa leti hoon. Maine kuch dino baad phirse poocha ki abhi tak dard theek nahi hua and mom boli ki nahi abhi bhi waise hi dard hai maine kaha ki aapki maid theek se dawa nahi lagati hai shayad issi liye aapka dard theek nahi ho raha hai and maine mom se kaha ki aaj main aapko dawa lagaunga par woh nahi. Her breasts pressed my chest, her pubic area found mine, and our bodies communicated in a silent crackle of transmissions that said more than a thousand words, or a thousand pictures, for that matter. My hands squeezed her buttocks and then, of their own volition, leapt up to her breasts, those wonderful, full, firm announcements of her sex.Meanwhile, her tongue and mine were having a private party that sent wave after wave of excitement to my cock. Sensing that it had blossomed, Airis unzipped. " She sighed. "Okay, here's what happened. Paul and I got into an argument and he ended up bashing me. I left him. I ran out, got into the car and drove around in the rain for a while aimlessly, then I thought of you, and so, here I am."I examined her face. "Bashing is the right word. Looks as if he hit you with his fist." She nodded and drained her glass. "I'll get you another." I went to the kitchen and brought the brandy bottle back and set it on the coffee table. "Help yourself."She poured.