Maine muh khola to mistress ne apne brush kiya hua thuk mere muh me thuk diya aur kaha “Aaj se tu hi mera wash basin hai…Mujhe kuch bhi thukna hog... to tere muh me thukungi…” Main chup chap nigal gaya…Phir malkin ne kula kiya aur thuka…Main wo bhi pi gaya…Malkin khus hui aur boli,”Tu bahut acha kutta ban chuka hai…Abhi tujhe inaam milega”Isse pehle ki main kuch soch pata, malkin mere chhati pe laat mara aur main zameen pe letgaya… Malkin ek pair mere chhati pe rakhi aur dusre pair se mere gale. The stitches lay in straight lines at her command. Tap…tap. Her tiny hands tapped out the rhythm in time with Nana’s foot. She was a big girl now. Helping out. The stitches appearing at her command to the rat-a-tat-tat of her little hand upon that great big wheel. Whoosh…whoosh. The material slipped seamlessly through her fingers. Just as the final sands slipped from the top of the hour glass. Pooled at the bottom. Ready to be turned. To begin again. Another turn at the fabric of life…fragile. "Don't pretend you guys don't know what you're doing, I bet you guys suck each other off every day" Austin teased. I decided to take charge and pull his jeans to his ankles. His cock was already half erect and poking through the hole in his briefs. I began to suck it, and he moaned above me. Nathan began to lick his shaft, and I moved up to his stomach. I worked my tongue into his briefs and ran my tongue through his pubes to the hilt of his dick.I slid his briefs off and we both continued. I called Christie now and then. Not often, but enough to keep track of how she was doing. Her business was growing nicely and my boast that she would pay off her mortgage on the house in five years wasn't looking so remote any more. I was happy for her. Still no man in her life, but she admitted she wasn't looking very hard. She did take in a business partner and this woman was also living at the house. Apparently they were very compatible, both in the business and socially.Bill went to spring.