I am helpless to follow your orders. Something about the demand when you spanked me and the way you sweetly but forcefully took charge of me. I wasn't...afraid, I had an idea that there was a lot more to come. I got the tie you had requested and brought it to you. "Take off your skirt". I didn't expect this, wrong order of events. It was with some embarrassment that I unzipped my skirt, let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. I began to pick it up when you stopped me. "Turn around, spread. I didn’t argue with my mom because no one could win over her in an argument. So I had to sleep with my granny.As I had a habit of watching porn, I was watching that on the bed.After a while, I started becoming horny. I couldn’t resist my feelings and looked at my grandmother. I was so sick that I pulled my granny’s saree (a cloth worn by Indian women). Grandma did not budge an inch. I did that again and still, she didn’t move. Soon I grew stronger and pulled the whole of her saree where I. My sow-bellied old friend worked the k**’s shorts over his sneakers and devoured and stiff young dick, laying his head between his legs and pulling his dick down.“You had dick in your mouth before, son?” I asked the boy.“No, sir,” he said.I grabbed the shiny black hair on the back of his head and fed him my cock. When he gagged on my rod, I took him off me and told him to take a drag on my smoke. He coughed real hard, and then I put him back on my shaft.“That taste good, son?” I asked him. . ), but as is the case in most stories, my mother-figure came in the form of my personal handmaid, Martha- complete with bedtime stories ,motherly scolding and illogical concerns. My beauty, if it can be called that was nothing eye-catching- very plain features, deep brown eyes , a full curvaceous figure which I had been taught to be ashamed of, 5’4 feet height and combined with that voice…I was not only ugly , I was considered an abomination. To make things worse, I knew how to race horses.