Jenni sashayed past at quarter off nine in the morning, right on time to get Jessy to school for the nine o'clock start. Jenni is late twenties with a...slim figure, going in and out in all the right places. Her blonde hair is cut to her neck and has a lustre to it that shines in the morning light. Jessy was her usual self, running around at a million miles an hour while she chatted at the same speed. I waved, watched Jenni's ass flip from side to side as she walked and thought, for the billionth. Her perfectly shaped nipples and her soft huge breasts were a feast to my eyes. I got onto sucking one and pinching the other one. She couldn’t help moaning and it was beautiful. One after the other I couldn’t get enough of her breasts. We got rid of our bottoms and got naked still kissing and playing with her boobs. I started to stroke my dick but I wanted to eat her pussy first. It smelled great and was wet. I touched it and got my lips on it. Kissed it softly and let my tongue part her pussy. I realized he was the barrier between the society of some pervert hungry men who saw women as nothing but sex objects and me.After his death, people crossed their lines many times. They came into my house uninvited, would help me carry my bag. I rub their hands on my ass and my big boobs. The teenage boys were the worst.I was groped and spanked in crowded places with catcalling and wolf-whistling. The workplace was not safe either. I was offered to have sex on the couch to get promoted. But it. By now Champa knew that she had to satisfy my depraved sexual desires or pay the price. I had imposed strict rules on her behavior in my presence. The rules were:- she was always to have her hair tied in a bun. Only I was allowed to open her bun. She could not touch her bun once she made it in the morning. She was always to wear kashta sarees (thin cotton ones) – when I was in the house, she was to wear no blouse or petticoat. Only saree. – she was to wear a nose ring – her pussy was to be.