We may not wear any clothing unless given permission by our Mistress, Diane, or her slut, Patricia. 2. We are to gratefully allow ourselves to be used...in any way by men or women chosen by our Mistress. 3. We are to cheerfully submit to any discipline or restrictions ordered by Mistress, and 4. We are not to use any birth control or protection during our stay, knowing that we may, in fact, become pregnant by a new lover. Oh, and our cunts are to be freshly shaved. Do you agree to these. By then Ranjani removed my pant and I removed both of theirs panties.They both had nice shaved cunts. I then bent and licked aunt’s pussy first and then went on to Ranjani’s pussy. Ranjani’s pussy was much taster than aunt’s. Then I stood up and shampooed the hairs of aunt and Ranjani. By that time aunt removed my underwear and cock thronged out and made a contact with aunt’s lips. She was gasped. She masturbated my cock and took it into her mouth after being cleaned and I was sucking Ranjani’s. Fir maina uska saadi neekal diya fir mera haat uskay paticot ke naday par gaya Maina ek jhatka me nada kheech diya paticot neecha gir gaya kamla mera saamnai nagi khadi the mai usko lekar apnay cabin ke baatroom me gaya aur andar usko kiss karnay laga wo mera saath danay lagi kuch der ke baad maina usko jhuk ne ko kaha wo gaad mari taraf karka washbasin ko pakad kar khadi ho gai maina aapna lund nekala aur uski chut me peal diya 15 min ke dundaar chuadi ke baad maina apna pani uski chut me chor. And with him, a very sleek guy. Sharp suit. Silk tie. Cuff-links, for heaven’s sake! But big, well built, even slightly menacing. ‘Mark, this is Tony. He’s come to join us on European sales.’ ‘Hi, Mark,’ said the suit, in a very upper class drawl, aggressively English, ‘I hear you’re the wizard.’ I’m the guy who writes your telephone bill. Or, at least, I’m the guy who writes the thing that writes your telephone bill. Or, at least, I used to be. Back in the day, when the company was just.