The converstaions were never pushy. He never commanded her to do anything, never raised his voice. It felt like she was being taken and led along a jo...rney. A journey she knew she wanted to undertake but didn't know how. It was just two weeks ago that she finally took the box and disposed of it. Her 'bitch' toys as he called them. The black collar with the diamond shaped stud. The pink and red tails that she had made her make out of thin silk, the belt she would wear around her waist whenever. Sheila: Ahem ahem take the juice.I understood that she noticed me staring at her beautiful navel.Me: So aunty?Sheila: Oh shut up Arjun. Don’t call me aunty. Do I look like aunty? Call me Sheila.Me: Haha fine aunty. Oops, I mean Sheila.Sheila: So what’s the reason behind your visit Arjun?Me: Actually, Savitha and I thought of going out.Sheila: Oh is it? That’s okay but Savitha just told me that she has a slight headache and wanted to sleep for some time.Me: It’s okay. I will wait.Sheila: I know. She couldn’t pick it out. The glow of the candles around his head and reflection in his eyes were very endearing. He leaned in and kissed her softly 4 or 5 times. Stretching her arms out with passion, she felt his hard cock and realized that he hadn’t had any sort of satisfaction yet. But he was about to. Still weak, she helped herself up to her knees and pushed him down on his back. Straddling his body, she took the tip of his cock and placed it at the wet opening of her pussy. Gradually she. "That's three hundred pounds" It certainly is!" A week!" Yep" Both of us?" Yes mum, both of us" Oh my God Terry, I can't believe it" and the tears came again, this time we clung together whilst she cried herself out, neither of us spoke, we were far too emotional, for my part I was excited and looking forward to the morning when I could start in the garden, but it was mum who affected me more than anything else, she was twenty nine years old and had never had more than twenty pounds that she.