I’ve always had the same problem with girls…no excitement. Nada. Zip. Zero. And yet, I’d always manage to find myself on a date with yet another...conservative daddy’s girl, who didn’t know squat.Anyway, back to my story. When she moved in, it was like the gods were apologizing for hands that I had been dealt in the past. The woman’s name was Angel. Her parents must have known what they had when they named her, because she even looked like an angel. Golden hair and sapphire blue eyes. HOT. She. Immediately you frown."Let's get in the shower. We have plenty of time to be creative. We've never done it there before, so I'm looking forward to it."As you stand up I give your ass a playful slap. You turn towards me in mock anger."What was that for!" you laugh."So I can make up for it with this!"I scurry across the bed and wrap my hands around your thighs. I bury my face in your pubic hair as my tongue snakes it way between your pussy lips and searches until it finds your clit. You groan and. And to set up the bed properly.I went closer to bhabhi to help her hold the door so that she can stay relaxed. As I went closer with my thick hard cock, she turned her head. She was startled to see me close to her. She was signaling me with a finger on her lips to keep quiet. Then she joined her hands signalling that she is begging me to stay far and keep quiet.The towel dropped while she joined her hands as she left the towel and doorknob. We talked in a low voice murmuring and. A few of them choke me or pull my hair, but most men just want to get off and don’t have any interest in banging my head against a headboard until I pass out while they fuck my brains out. I am tempted to make up things I didn’t do just to see if I can get Mr. Gentry to hit me a little harder. It would be easy for me to lie, but he frequently compares notes with my owner and Master Joe. I would be found out if I cut corners or try to pull any shenanigans. I have to admit that old habits die.