Cindy kept bugging me to fuck her again. I finally told her go ask Debbie, because I was her stud. I could not believe it, but Debbie sold my service... to Cindy for Twenty Dollars. Now what the fuck was I going to do, I felt like a sex slave. Cindy took me behind the stage, where nobody ever goes, and stripped her clothes off, and then she stripped my clothes off. She stroked and played with my cock till it was at full mast. She then got on her knees and gave me a very nice blow job. Twice she. I looked at them to see what was so interesting. At that time, I saw dad staring at Shobana aunty breast and her armpits. Her armpits were wet due to intense sweat. To be frank, I was also staring at her armpits. I actually have a fetish towards sweaty smelly armpits. But that is a different story.Now coming back to the story, my mom finished cooking and came to talk with Shobana aunty. Mom and Shobana aunty went to the office room (we have a small room for my mom freelancing profession).When. ”“I don’t know what my future is,” I said. “I keep coming back to the same thing you said - one man, one woman, for life. Kids and grandkids. A typical, traditional family. And maybe that’s where I’ll end up. Right now, I have no idea, and that’s one reason for not making any commitments. How bad would it be if you and I were in a committed relationship with you expecting to get married and have a traditional family, and then one day I said I was fine with the marriage part, but I wanted to. Vibrating and buzzing, her body was heating up and getting more and more excited. Between the combination of the tight clothing and her sitting position, even though the toys were not directly on her clit, that did not stop it from being stimulated. Grinding into her seat, her breathing became more and more labored. And then, just as suddenly as the toys began, they stopped.She shook her head as she was not expecting that at all. She went to turn her head out of instinct, but then remembered.