"ok" I said, "I guess I can't trust you to be honest with me, and since your dad is trusting me to watch you, I guess I'll have to wash you my self li...e a baby. Come on, get in the bath room and take your clothes off." he quickly obeyed, "oh my god!" I thought to my self, I'm actually about to do this with a 7 year old boy!" my heart was beating a mile a minute and my cock; pushed against my stomach held my my waistband, was so hard it hurt. I walked in the bathroom and closed the door, I. ”okay aunty “. Looking at my crotch she said,” apna khayal rakhna “. I was getting more aroused.When she was about to leave the door. I came quickly to her and brushed my hand on her round ass. Accidently ?.Man, it was so soft. I wanted to grab that ass then and there. Throw her on the couch and lift her saree. And fuck that heavenly cunt like a bull. But I controlled my desire for now. She laughed naughtily when I touched her.I closed the door. Masturbated five times that day. Thinking about. The desk was neat and organized, the stoppered inkwells and quill pens laid out carefully beside a sheaf of thick papers waiting for use. At least, that’s how Silmaria remembered it. The servant girl ran her fingertips slowly along the smooth grain of the desk, leaving trails in the layer of dust covering the desk. Her bright green eyes scanned the familiar room with a sad look. The walls of the room were lined with tall shelves holding a wealth of books, volumes, and scrolls. Thick, weighty. That turned me on but it didn't go much further. Another guy had me drive to a local parking lot and fuck myself with my dildo in the back of my car. This kind of thing went on for some more time, and then once again, I needed to go to another level. A few of the guys I was talking to sometimes asked about meeting me. I was really shy about it, and scared, but I was intrigued by it. One night, I finally worked up the courage to meet a guy who I had been talking to. He was young, and I don't.