It takes every last bit of energy from her, but finally she crawls to the tap and begins to drink, “Now what do you say?” I ask her, “Thank you,...Mistress.” She replies in between gulps of water, “Good slave. When you’re done come upstairs, I have some chores for you.” Leaving her to the water, I go back upstairs and begin surveying the rooms. “The dungeon I think I’ll keep as is, but if I want more slaves I need more beds. The upstairs bedroom can be converted into a slave quarters and should. ” She talked about the first moments of their lovemaking, just after I had hung up. “They’re like big pillows - I can see why you guys like them so much,” she said. “I could have sucked them for hours. I knew the phone was still on, so I made sure you could hear me licking her nipples.“All I could think about was how nice your cum would taste on them – or … her husband’s cum.” That sent a jolt down my spine. Fantasies ripped through my consciousness – fantasies that would come true. (Only. So, I got back to my room and prepped for the next day’s shoot. As I was working, my phone buzzed. I checked it, it was a selfie sent by Ashwini in lingerie. Her cleavage was visible along with the mangalsutra.I replied to her asking, what it was. She replied and asked me to come to her room. It was 12.30 am, the hotel was deserted. So I went to her room, in my pajamas. I rang her doorbell, she opened the door. She was standing in her lingerie, looking too hot to handle. She asked me to come. I was around 16 ½ and now fully blossoming into a woman’s body. My breasts were very large and firm. One night while showering, I turned the water off and grabbed my towel to dry off. I barely heard something outside the door and I just knew Ron was watching through the keyhole. We lived in an old fashioned house with large keyholes in all the doors. Now I knew why Ronnie’s dress was getting to be less each time and why his cock was so hard after each of my showers. He was spying on me,.