But her widely open fleshy left hips took my attention. It had come out more from her disarranged unwrapped saree. My knee is hitting her somewhere by...its side, just under her hips. I realized with a shiver that it should be her crouch covered in her warm saree.She told “You can’t let me down by saying I am a poor performer. I will do anything to make you realize that I can perform well. I can guarantee that I can satisfy you, If only you let me have another chance, I will show my mettle to you. Then she shuddered, those exhausted eyes fell away from my face, her whole body shook in fear. I grinned and passed a hand before my face letting the fingertips stroke my goatee and with the hidden power of that gesture she calmed. Her mind now at ease. She had not seen what she thought she saw, simply a passing of shadows no doubt. ‘Can I get you a drink, Sir? A table?’ she asked, after blinking like a startled awake owl. Smiling, I shook my head. ‘I’ll do my drinking at the bar.’ She nodded. ? Maybe there are only certain kinds of pain that turn you on.? We will have to examine that in the weeks ahead, slut."??Weeks ahead?? Those words echoed in my head and added to my shock. I had to get away, somehow, someway!?Let’s finish your treatment, so I can release you from the chair. Will that please you??Even in my despair, I realized the double meaning of his question. Yes, of course, I wanted to be released from the chair, but if I nodded yes, I was also giving my approval to this. ..” she said.Her tits were bigger than when he had come home.He grabbed the one she wasn’t licking and started squeezing. Drop after glistening drop fell into the bowl.“Oosha booshabub!” Shelby responded and let go of her other tit, clearly enjoying what Craig was doing more than the taste of her own milk.“That’s a good sis. That’s a good little bimbo cow,” he whispered, getting into a rhythm so the bowl started to have a noticeable pool at the bottom. “We’ll get you milked and then hide you in.