While handing over mud glass he looked at us. His hand trembled but mother held the tea cup.“dusra cup nahi doge..?”He sat and get up again with a...other cup. I took that. We were sipping tea . Hawker remain stood by holding window rod. Mother rubbed his hand with chuchi.“Arey bebkoof, aankh faar kar buddhu jaise khade ho.. Jab tak mai chay pitee hun tum maal ko maslo jitna chaho…’Without wasting a second he pushed both hand inside and held both chuchi. Mother was sipping tea slowly and that. I think John married me because of the erotic massages I would give him.’ ‘I think I could marry you. You do that so well.’ She had me roll over onto my back then she put a dab of the lotion on my forehead and a dab on each cheek. With her expert fingertips she massaged it into my face, sending little pleasurable tickle sensations over my face, across my scalp and down the back of my neck. I just relaxed and let the sensations wash over me. I couldn’t help but let a moan escape my lips as she. She does not deserve any better treatment, she is transforming into a beautiful submissive slave. Soon she will learn that she is nothing but a slave and my property. Ending his train of thought due to excitement rising, he walks back over to the bounded girl. Walking the length of her torso he stops when he reaches her hips and raises his hand. Anticipation begins to run through the girls veins as her master walks past her with her punishment in hand. When he raises his hand she. She pressed my face into her large breasts and I heard her sigh. She changed her tone now. Her voice was low as she began asking me questions. "Go on now, tell me what you were doing. Tell me, Peter. What were you doing to those girls?" I could feel her trembling now. I turned my head as she loosened her grip. I looked up at her and smiled. I began describing how we had played that night. All of it. My hands went up to her waist and around, grasping her butt and squeezing it. I kept on telling.