"Okay so you have 24 chapters in total and 2 in a week to complete all of it by three months with weekly tests, clear?" Okay mam", he said with a smil...."Don't hit on me stud I would be very hard on you" I giggled."I would follow you mam don't worry" he returned"I also need you to do some household chores baby as you are the boss at home till 7 months from now" I exclaimedHe tingled but agreed to it.Next morning following our workout and breakfast I gave Abhay some topics to prepare and left for. (I am a straight guy, not bi-curious at all. But, still, I decided to go ahead.)We reached their house around 6 in the evening. They had sent their little son to his uncle’s home for the night. The weekend was perfectly set up.Mr. Sharma was a jovial man. Both of them made me feel at home. I and Mr Sharma had few pegs of whiskey each while Mrs. Sharma opted for few beer.Once the alcohol started taking over each of us, Mrs. Sharma approached me. She sat beside me and kept her hands on my thighs.. .. the atmosphere is intense, my mind and body are in overload... I moan and nod, slowly at first, almost subconsciously, gently pushing my belly up higher, offering it to you...'Take me... take my belly... stab me and kill me !' I say, like so many times before. 'Pleaaaaase.... give it to me... I need it, I must have it....' We have talked this way so many times, you know all the unbelievable, submissive things I like to say... 'I must be killed ! I must ! Kill me and slay your animal ! Kill. *************8The dining room was great. Isabelle had Fifi lying naked and all tied up naked, on top of her wooden table. Her breasts had been tied up in bondage. Her mouth was gagged. The reported was sat there, enjoying her meal, while watching this sadistic actress dropping candle was, on the bounded huge tits, of the Blonde French woman. Fifi?s tears were flowing out but was powerless to set herself free. ?You sure have good taste in food, Isabelle?, commented the reporter. Isabelle was.