She removed her dupatta, sprinkled some water on her cleavage boobs, then bent down and started serving the kids.She didn’t serve breakfast to me. S...e made me beg her for the breakfast. She was serving the kids while bending down instead of sitting, showing me her full cleavage. I liked it and saw that she was also enjoying it.Uncle had finished his bath. We noticed it and came back to our senses. Everything went smoothly. She served me breakfast, I took the lunch box and uncle dropped me at. My husband has an oversensitive prostate and I was sure Claire was going to give him an orgasm. I just stayed there laying in the cake watching my husband get the fuck of his life losing his virginity. I never thought he would enjoy it but to my surprise he was. I was looking deep into Claire’s eyes which were looking quite blurred telling me she was about to let loose. Claire started crying out pushing her entire cock all the way into my husband’s ass and started screaming. My husband started. But you know how you think you're awake and but you're actually stilldreaming? That's what I assumed was going on. Even when I finally wokeup and sat at my vanity to get a close look at myself, time seemed tostand still as I thought I was experiencing the most vivid waking dreamever. And what boy wouldn't be curious about a girl's body? Since I wasdreaming anyway, there wasn't any harm and touching my fictional body,conjured up by whatever male hormones that had addled my mind when I. " "Yes, Mistress," I mumbled around my mouthful of titflesh. With a few more strokes my body arched and my balls geysered cum through my cock into her ravening twat. I had agreed to be her slave for 48 hours. If this is what being her slave meant I was ready to commit myself to a lifetime of such service."Prepare my shower." I hurried to the bathroom adjusting the shower temperature to what I knew she liked. She stepped in and commanded, "Keep lapping my cunt as you wash me, slave!"I grabbed.