The only words we were allowed speak were, ‘Yes, Mother,’ and ‘Yes, Father.’ They came to play with us each evening. We ate dinner, cleaned ou... rooms, played dress-up, or school. Sometimes we were rewarded for doing a job well. Some rewards were pieces of candy. Others were being petted. They liked to pet us all over. Usually, they found something wrong with what we did and punished us. They liked to spank us and then pet us.”“John, do you know who these people are?”“Mother and Father. We never. They parked alongside a number of other cars and carried their small weekend bags and mats into the main building where they were eagerly greeted by a young woman from the local yoga studio hosting the retreat. She checked their names off the list and led them up the grand staircase, itself polished smooth under the feet of generations, and down a hall to their shared room. As the place had become something of a new age retreat in recent years, the accommodations were appropriately eclectic to. Kissing khatam karne ke baa unhone mujhe khada kara aur phir khud sofe pe baith gae aur mujh se kehne laga ki chalo neeche baith jao aur mere shoes utaroPhir maine dheere dheere unka ek shoe utar ke rakha unke socks mai sweat tha ek gandi se smell aa rahe the aur phir un madam nee aapna wo socks wala leg mere face pe rakha diya aur kehne lage smell my sweat u rahul aur phir mai usko smell karne laga phele to mujhe aacha nahi lag raha tha magar phir baad mai maza aapne laga mai unkaa ek legs ko. ” She hooked her thumbs into her panties. “I need you in me. Right now!” She shoved down her panties, exposing a fiery bush drenched in her juices. She stepped out of her panties and tossed them at me.I felt how wet they were. I couldn’t help bringing them to my nose. I inhaled her tart musk. I let out such a wanton moan. “You smell so good, Mrs. Albertson.”With a hungry growl, the MILF pounced. She straddled me on the couch, her hands grabbing my cock and guiding me to her sopping, married.