His mother had always made it for special occasions. He knew that it was decadent, but it was so delicious. Also, his mother had not served it with a ...old bottle of Prosecco as he planned to do. The sparkling of the wine would make a great palate cleanser from all of the food. He spooned the dessert into two dishes and added a couple of rose petals to garnish. He was a very romantic man. Still very aroused from the first two courses, Robert shuffled back to the dining table where Juliana was. “He what? Should I get Mrs. Dubsky or Mrs. Mancuso?” I pressed the matter.“He would ... cut me off food. He does it now and then, to save resources and also to punish concubines. He doesn’t do it too often, for fear of it being obvious, but he does it once in awhile. He ... also,” the girl shuddered as she revealed a shocking secret.“He ... what? Is it what you were crying about?” I insisted.“He calls them, ‘accidents,’ but once in awhile, a concubine dies prematurely, and he is always the one. Mein bola wait only 1 minute.Mein apne room mein bhag kar gaya or apna Digital Camera le aya.. Mein bola darling Manju you are my dearest wife.. Ab ek kaam karo Jis bed per Akash leta hai wo bhaut bada hai.. or wo itna tired hai ke subah se pehle uthne wala nahin hai.. Tum sirf 10 seconds ke liye uske pass is halat mein let jao muje kuch pics shot karney hain.. Sun kar phele to Manju ne mana kiya phir usko halat se samjota karna hia pada..Wo dheere dheere bed ke tarf chali gaye.. Mein janta tha. I had never seen anything so incredibly erotic. They were pleasuring each other for his pleasure. They rolled on top of one another, nipples in mouths and hands roaming seductively over flesh. One girl slid down between the other’s legs and put her mouth to the slender folds of her cleft. Still she had her eyes locked on R as the other girl looked back over her head at him as well. Lips and tongue were flicking into the girl’s core. She was beginning to quiver and release her passion, through.