Somehow, I managed to get the answer from her that she liked it very much because that was the first romantic kiss she had. She explained to me that t...ere was no love and romance in her married life. I felt sad and then express my love to her.She was in shock but I explained to her how much I loved her from day one. The marwadi lady was excited and expressed her love to me back. I knew she was also loving myself but didn’t express it till that day.One day we both got horny while chatting and. "Oh please, you cannot NOT tell me now, please." I continued to plead."Wow you really are turned on by my mother's farts, aren't you?!" She laughed.I looked at her like a puppy looking at a treat."Oh ok, I'll tell you," She gave in and beamed a smile at me, "consider it a Christmas present."I sat down on top of her, my eyes fixed on hers. Hanging onto every word she spoke."There's not much to say really, it happened a couple years ago," She began,"I was sitting at the kitchen table with her. If he brought home any new slaves, then she would make their life more miserable then they could imagine. Master Peter was hers, and she was First Slave.Over in Brooklyn, Kara and Slave Carol were just finishing their dinner. Kara, who had formerly been Peter, was trying to un-train Carol in a few small ways. But Carol had her own pre-conceived ideas about the proper way for a slave to act, and show respect. As a result, Kara was meeting with some resistance. She had finally gotten Carol to sit. She had a tiny button nose, narrow expressive eyes that turned into slits when she smiled and pearly white teeth with two dimples on her cheeks. She had long dread locks that swayed back and forth as she outstretched her arms emphasizing her point. From the pulpit she emitted power, determination, hope, promises, and (to me) sexiness. I could not keep my eyes off of her. Every step she took, every jump, every scream, every movement she made I made a mental note of it. And whenever she looked.