"Yes... Yes, it did."And when she hissed, "Would you like to see me getting eaten by another girl?" I was flabbergasted. I didn't know how to respond ...o that question, but my dick did, and Becky went on, "Oh... You're so fucking hard now. I guess you do. You want to see me cum on another girl's face, don't you?"I could only grunt as she worked harder on my steel rod and pleaded, "Tell me truthfully, Tommy." Yesss..." was all I could say as I felt the load building in my cock."So... just me. “Ready to wash up?” I scooped Sandy up and carried her to the shower without waiting for an answer, making her giggle with delight in response.“God, yes! I’m yours in every way, forever, Master! Forever!” Sandy told me with several repeated kisses to the face.“Damn, baby girl, you are so full of enthusiasm!” I told Sandy as I held her tight to my chest and stroked her lovely hair, “yes, honey, you’re mine. Undeniably mine. My sweet slave girl.”“The same way that your wife is also yours, and so. He lowered his mouth to my other breast, bathing that nipple too with the flat of his tongue. The heat of his mouth was a sharp contrast to the coolness of my bare breasts. Chills raced down my spine, my skin raised with goose bumps. My nipples peaked, hard. His length lay hot and hard against my cleft. Restlessly I roll my hips, anxious to feel him slide inside my yearning heat. He rubs his rigid length over my mound and I can feel the wetness of his excitement mingling with mine. Slowly he. “You have to drink the milk first”, she stopped him“why don’t we do it first, then drink it”,“No, this is rituals, for our good”, an idea quickly struck him. He decided to spice it up with the cup of milk itself.“Alright. We will take a decision. I will drink the milk, if you give it after taking off your saree”“Please, drink it”, she pleaded shyly.“Nope, only if you give it without your saree”, she kept the cup back on the table and stood with her back facing him.“I will take it off later..