We reached her home town, we had my father in law and their servant Raju, he is 6.7 hight strong guy. He carried all our language and we reached home....After lunch we all went to farmhouse, we suppose to stay there, me and Neelam only. Also, Raju’s quarter was also near to our cottage as he supposes to take care of us. We stayed that night, Neelam tried her old ghagra and choli, it was bit tight and small for her, obviously after 2 years of marriage her 26 size boobs are became 34 (all my. As days passed, she started getting close to me, which of course, my girlfriend didn’t like. But still, it was fun talking to my girlfriend’s best friend. And as days passed, the general topics got a little personal and intimate. I asked her whether she masturbates, to which she replied yes.She asked me the same, to which I said, “I do it very often, maybe even daily at times.” For which she was shocked. She asked me how it was even possible to masturbate daily and not get tired. The next. I forgot that there was a step up into the hallway. I heard panicked voices coming from upstairs. I heard Dad say the word "shotgun."Now I panicked. To leave the house now would leave me in the open outside. To stay here would get me shot for sure knowing Dad. I suddenly remembered my old hiding place under the stairs and crawled quickly to the hidden panel. I removed the boards, slid back in under the stairs and replaced the panel from the backside. It was a lot tighter fit than I remembered.. My sister, Cathy was my very first orb slave, but I now have released her, but that doesn't stop her coming around demanding sex from me. Not that I'm complaining, it just I have only so much to give, and three sex slaves is too much. Luckily Cathy has taken a liking to Babs and although she insists she's straight the two of them always sleep together. In pride of place is the locked, banded box my late grandfather gave me, containing the orb itself. It's power keeps my slaves bound to me and.