Phir woh boli,”to be honest,this is the best sex i ever had,i can’t forget those moments.” Me: ye to mera pyar ke izhar tha.you will get to know...that how much i love you..i didn’t sex with you,i just express my passion about love to you.. Dipti kuch nehin boli..phir mein bola,”to kya hum nahane chale?” Dipti in low voice: ok.. Itne der tak woh blanket ko apne breast tak dhak ke mejhse baat kar rahe the,isse pata chalta hai ki wo kitna shy & conservative lady hai.uski sirf breast ki upar ka. " They saluted me as a man and left to do my bidding. We passed the four guards standing at the entrance to the house. They too saluted me.Megan calmly conversed with an elderly couple drinking tea. It looked like she had just sat down. The elderly couple regarded me nervously when we entered. I sketched a quick bow to them and addressed Megan, "My Lady, the pass will be opened for us, and he shall not bother you again. We will have to wait until tomorrow before we leave the city. I placed. All she would say was that she was in the “entertainment” industry and she didn’t bother to elaborate. She was somewhat mysterious about her work and odd hours. Bit i was to learn soon enough.It all started about three weeks after i moved in. Aunt sheetal had gone out, dressed to kill and carrying her purple gym bag, as she always did. Alone in the house, i was in her bedroom looking through her drawers for a pair of pantyhose when i found a ten-inch vibrator underneath some of her black-lace. In comparison to her current garb, however, it had made her look like the Virgin Mary.The middle-aged housewife was wearing a corset that just screamed danger. Covered in spikes and highlighting her already prominent cleavage, it immediately told you that she was here to fuck ... and that it was going to hurt you. Around her waist was a belt, with numerous whips and chains hanging off it, and her long legs (already accentuated by the spiked heels that she'd somehow managed to force her feet.