A quick shower and a slowbut steady application of makeup before I slipped into the darling pinkuniform started my day. Mrs. Jefferson and I spent the...rest of the daygoing over cleaning the house. I learned so much, a lot of littlethings she said made big differences on how special a home would look.Of course, I prepared breakfast, lunch, and dinner, as well as handwashing the dishes. It was over before I knew it. She praised me formy hard work and for paying attention. After yesterday, I. “I should! You’re sliding in two different fresh cum loads,” she replied, rotating her hips without changing his depth of insertion.Releasing a nipple from his mouth, he retorted, “No wonder you are my favorite. But maybe it’s just because you were my first. Anyway, you’re so damn hot! Did you start with your husband this morning?”“Yup. Then a friend stopped by just as I was getting out of the shower. I was still hot and thinking about you so I figured a quickie would feel good and it did.”The. ”She went back to her breakfast, occasionally glancing up at the other Borealans as she chewed. Was that expression resentment? Longing? It was hard to tell. I had underestimated how hard being excommunicated from her pack had hit her, she was sulking, despondent. I might feel the same way if I had suddenly found myself alone in an unfamiliar environment, with no support structure of any kind. Social bonds seemed to be central to Borealan life, perhaps she was like a wolf without a pack. My class got over at 12 noon..So I thought to visit my mom…..When I went there I saw my mom checking something in the laptop there…. I was happy that she got a job and is happy….Then the managing director of the dairy farm came there…My mom introduced me as her son……He was a black tamil man… 6 feet tall and very muscular… He welcomed me…Then he told mom that her duty is about to begin as a test manager….Mom was happy….He took us into the farm…There was milk sucking machines there which is used.