Ajit was still pounding away and sucking his sister in law’s tongue into his mouth. He could feel Suma’s body moving around his cock as her cunt j...ices were making lured squishing sounds. He knew his bhabhi could hear the same thing when she let out a low moan into his mouth. Sumithra pulled away from his mouth and looked down at Suma to see her having a massive orgasm and was still rubbing her cunt at the same time. Sumithra pulled her saree and petticoat down, slided her panties down her legs. Let Adams have his way, he reasoned. There would be plenty left for him afterwards. By God he would be popular down his local hostelry. He could sell tickets, he imagined. £50 to fuck the local upper class rich bitch. Peters grinned inwardly. Blackmail was a recreational activity he would enjoy to the full. Slowly, Lady Kavanagh did as instructed, the relativity pendulum swinging back to red faced tearful, highly embarrassed mode. The two servant leered as the thong moved from its orifice. The last year had turned into a ride through her sexual (some would say perverted) fantasies.In the time that had passed from the first four months that she had lived with him, she had again shown to be too weak to prevent an orgasm without first getting permission and after a few sessions at the tattoo parlor now had a visible reminder of her disobedience. The tattoo was made up of two Ivy vines, which start wrapped around the second and fourth toes of her right foot and go around her whole. Luckily I didn’t run into any problems dressing out the kill. I didn’t skin it though. I saved that task for later. I actually didn’t want to spend too long out on the plains, alone. Once I had the carcass tied down on the travois, I lifted the poles and I started to head back. I was covered in sweat by the time I got there.My kill did make an impression on the locals. Sygor definitely appreciated it. So did the women, although their appreciation was more subdued. Still, dragging in several.