" "Shut Up Slave!" spitted from her mouth. "Turn your eyes downward to the floor!" she added. My mouth closed in obedience and fear. I immediately t...rned my eyes to the floor directly before my feet. "This will be your only warning slave. You will never refer to yourself in the first person ever again in my presence. The words I, me, or mine are forbidden. 'This slave' or 'this one' will be appropriate. Do you understand slave? " I nodded in agreement, afraid to utter any words. "You may. "I do too" he added."She looks like mom" he then said, "I mean her tits do". My cock twitched. I could not believe my l***** b****** just compared the boobs he saw to our moms... Where did he see her naked? When did he get to see her naked? How did he manage to remain unseen? These were the questions racing through my mind. Then, I realized his own bulge was quite substantial. He did not even try to hide it - it showed right through his PJ pants with a nice wet spot where his cock slit was. Beauchamp and using the telephone number on the back of her check, called her to advise her not to use it. She was told that two gentlemen from the Olive Oil Company would be there to exchange it personally for two free gallons, within a half-hour. The men asked for the check, Mrs. Beauchamp had used to pay for her groceries, and paid cash for them instead. As they reached their car, they called an associate and gave them a description of the checkout girl, and told him to get rid of her fast.. And as always, I had the pressure of joining my family business immediately, as is the normal tradition in a marwadi family.One night I was unable to sleep, I went to the terrace of my bungalow to see moonlight gazing down the clouds of smoke. I exhaled them, reminiscing my past ‘adventures’ with my ex when I saw Komal sitting in the gazebo alone.She was lost in her thoughts, hand on chin and one on her thigh when I barged in “You too?” I asked humbly, unaware what was going on beneath those.