I sat confused, it happened so quickly and his smell was so strong, the smell of semen in fresh air is so distinct, I could still smell him later that...night as I relived the encounter in my dreams.He fled the area leaving me still rooted to the bench, I was alone and as I gathered my wits I took heed of the off white trails of semen, soaking into the fabric of my blazer, the thin paper of my comic, and running down the back of my neck from my hair, he was a heavy cumer, and I bore the brunt of. For all of you my name is kalpana singh which may or may not be my real name.Apart from my saas sasur there are two servants full time and a gatekeeper.Everyday lots of people come and go.After i got married for the first few months my husbanf was satysfying all my needs but afterwards he just became busy with his work.He told me that for a week he will be in bangalore for work and i have to sleep alone.One day after my husband left my sasur got a phone call that his elder brother is dead.When. Lapped. Her tongue swept through my folds. The pleasure flared in me. I groaned, my face contorting in bliss. I shuddered, loving it.“Oh, your daughter’s a great cocksucker, too,” I moaned.“She’s her mother’s daughter after all,” the president said “Not surprising in the least. She’s going to have that lady-cock of yours spurting cum.”“Yes, she will!”I was so close to that point. Just about to erupt. The mother’s tongue danced through my pussy while the daughter sucked with such hunger. I. So you can pay my going rate, or you can sign a slave contract and become my property.? Jo sat there for a minute looking at Lynn. Lynn could tell she was thinking things over. ?I have never been submissive to another woman before.? Jo said ?So what. Its not much different then serving a man. You will still be tortured and humiliated and treated the way you wan to be treated. You’ll just bee licking more pussy then sucking cocks, but as my slave you will still be sucking.