I know many of you who read them will say how gay I am or whatever, and everyone’s entitled to their own opinion. I suppose I do tend to be more ga... than straight, which is why I say I’m bi, but when I went to count up how many men and women I’ve fucked, or been fucked by, in the past year, I was surprised at my tally. I don’t really count my wife, as we have decent sex every couple of weeks. And I do love that she will sometimes fuck me with a strap on! But I counted, other than my wife,. Savita just followed him, her arms crossed across her heavy chest and squeezed the already large breasts into an enticing display, barely contained in her blouse.Alex turned around, pulled Savita into his arms, and reassured her that he knew what he was doing. When he put his arms around her and held her even closer to him, crushing her large breasts into his hard muscular chest, she relented.He stepped back for a moment, and looked into her lustful eyes, his mouth close to her plump, lush. "Your teacher didn't spank you or ... touch you in some way while you did that?" Nope." I smiled and shrugged. "I just ... cleaned."There were a bunch more questions, but I didn't admit to anything. I didn't like those people, snooping around and asking questions, like they were angels sent from God himself to pass judgment on my Master and my school. My whole country in fact. I knew a lot of other countries didn't like us just because we had slaves, but that wasn't any of their business. "Just a second,"Jacob responded quickly, sounding a little tense. After a few moments he said, "Okay, come in." You came up here while I was in the basement," I said as I walked in; I pretended to pout a little. "I just wanted to say goodnight." He had been lying down, but he sat up as I approached. It was a warm night, and he was shirtless, the sheet covering him only from the waist down. He looked very good, his youthful slim body was rather smooth but he was no longer a c***d. I was standing.