Telling me to move out was the last straw. Then there were the ultimatums. I had no wish to go to prison but would being a prisoner to that Eric Laxle... be any better? I'd be under his orders, under his control all the time with the ever-present risk of a belting if I did things wrong or lost my temper. I read the document several times and thought I let them believe I was considering it and ask my supposed master to answer some questions. It was as I suspected, he just wanted a woman to fuck. It took every ounce of self control I had to not moan, to not arch my back in reaction to this amazing sensation but I didn't do anything, I didn't give anything away, I kept my breathing slow and steady. His hand reached down to my hairy pussy and his fingers spread my lips open and started rubbing my clit, he slid his fingers deep inside me, they went in so easily, I was so wet. I heard his breath hitch and a slight moan leaving his mouth. His breathing had now become so heavy and then there. .aisa lag raha tha ki mein jannat me hooo…………. Thodi der ke baad maine apna lund uske muh se nikaala aur me jhud gaya……….. But it wasnt enough……ab to asli maza aana tha……..Mera lund phir khada ho gaya. Maine SONAL ke dono pair ko hataya aur apna lund Uski pussy ki opening par rakha ………… Aur dhire dhire andar dalne laga……. Lekin theek ja nahi raha tha to maine jor se Dhakka diya to ekdum lund uski pussy me chala gaya………….. Wo bhi chillayi lekin baad me jab me use stroke dene laga to use bhi. This short conversation changed the situation. The blade like sharpness of the situation eased and I took the benefit. – “Mom, Please give me something to eat. I am too hungry.”“I have nothing for you here.” – She came back in her old mood. She looked here and there all around the room and her eyes settled under the stone shelf in my room. It was made of marble. It was in my study room on which there was a statue of Goddess Saraswati. It was about three foot high and four foot wide. I use to.