There was heat down there. I could feel the air, as dry as no cellar in a port city should ever be. But whether it was greencoal or something more sin...ster I could not tell.We both stumbled when after descending some thirty even yet steep steps of smooth stone, our seeking feet met the surface of the next step higher up that what we had become accustomed to. We were down at the bottom. The darkness was now so deep that the small light-drawn sketch of a door-frame just ahead of us seemed to be. Mai udhar ghoorti rahi.Chacha ji ek dam sehme hue the aur unki ek najar darwaje par thi. Is wakt agar koi aur idhar aa gaya to ? Kissi ko na aate dekh chacha ji ne ek do baar apna lund jhatka aur pyjame me wapas daal kar nada lagaya. Woh jate jate muskurae aur bole”sorry, mukhe kundi baand kar leni chahiye thi”. Maine kaha “koi baat nahi”. Chacha ji apne kamre me chale gaye. Aur Phir kya tha, 30 minutes tak mai apne bed pe us scene ko yaad kar kar ke apne aap se khelti rahi. Abhi school shuru. In fact I could hardly walk around the hose without a hard on. As I sat on the couch downstairs mindlessly watching television I could hear her walking across the kitchen and starting down the stairs. She didn't even so much as glance in my direction as she entered the laundry room to start washing clothes. Ok I thought, I will see if I can peak her curiosity when she comes out. I stripped off my pants and underwear and sat there stroking my cock slowly while glaring at the door, waiting. I was enjoying the wrestling as she was, enjoying the feel of her against me, her muscles and her skin, hearing her breathing quicken from her ardor, smelling her smell, seeing the life in her teasing face.Suddenly, I was on fire!My brain was seething with the need to break her, to bring her under my control.But, she was under my control, a control from programming, a control from her own willing surrender demonstrated just minutes before by the gift of her pill box, the gift of her womb to.