.I asked him to meet..next morning we met in a hotel and discussed upon the matter and made a plan…He asked me to visit his house next eve and he wi...l introduce me as his friend. I went straight to his house on the decided time after I rang the bell I saw that person with a big smile. He welcomed me in He called his wife Sumithra. After a while her wife came in. She was a middle aged woman around 32 yrs old not so good looking she was looking a complete south Indian lady…but was having a sexy. He held me like this as he caught his breath.I heard him pull out his phone and take a few pictures of my facestuffed full of cock.He dictated as he typed out a caption to this new picture. "SissyMichelle," he wrote. "Good effort, but needs lots of practice beforeshe becomes a world class cocksucker. DM me if you want to help trainthis slut."Without saying a word, Master dragged me to the bathroom and shoved meinto the tub. He had handcuffs on him, which he used to lock my wristto the faucet.. We were certainly affectionate with each other, but rarely had she and I had intercourse---and I was perfectly fine with this. In fact, my preferred method of sexual release (then, and now) was porn (interracial) and masturbation.Typically, after Mara had gone to bed, I'd stay up later watching porn, as well as masturbating until I ejaculated sometime near the end. For me (and I'm sure few will understand this), that was (and is) enough. So, there was never any problems between Mara and I. To my surprise, it was not Bobita, but her mother, Parul. She is a big fat lady, around 40, with huge boobs and a great ass that swings this way and that as she walks, as I had noticed her ass swinging when she used to help Bobita out with the daily household work. She could smell the whiskey in my breath and smiled. “Waiting for Bobita? Why not me? What is there so special in my daughter, Bobita, that is not there in me?”Before I could answer she made her way inside and bolted the door. I.