In fact, she wasn't sure she wanted to be rescued because she was only a shell of the woman who had stepped off the stagecoach expecting an adventure ...nd finding a horror story. The indignity of spreading her legs on command was minor in comparison to her first owner who was a notorious firewater addict with a habit of taking out his drunken frustrations of the females inside his hut. A single year with that brave cost her ever last tooth in her head but she kept her misery to her own counsel. Gone were the thoughts of me being in control. That didn’t matter anymore.I closed my eyes as I felt her warm lips close over the tip of my cock. She teased my slit and flicked my head with her tongue while one hand gently caressed my balls and the other stroking my shaft. She caressed the head of my cock, teasing me willfully, seductively, making me beg for more. I groaned with the intense pleasure surging through my groin. " aaaaaahhhhh..aaaaaahhhhhh..uuuuuuhhhhhhh." I placed my hands on her. The front door was latched inside and if he wants to come in, he will have to knock and wake somebody to open the door. Me, my mother, my two sisters and the baby all slept in the one room side by side. That was the arrangement in all houses in the villages. That night, after my father had gone to sleep outside and my sisters and the baby had slept, my mother whispered in my ears ” Prabhakhar, come to the kitchen”. My heart was pounding with anticipation as I followed her to the kitchen. There. She was a looker with blond long hair and very slim but shapely. Her best feature was her lovely tits but she also had great legs. It was the days of miniskirts and she always looked good. As you would expect I was always pestering her for sex and to a certain extent she would oblige with hand/blowjobs but wouldnt let me fuck her. Anyway we got married in our twenties had the regulation 2 k**s and had a very good sexlife. She became quite adventurous sexually when aroused and even let me have.