Reluctantly I agreed and called a taxi for North Goa tour. I wore a micro mini short and thin cotton top with no bra. Sitting side by side in the car ...hat helped him to caress my thighs and place his hands on my breasts all along. As the cab drivers in Goa are used to it we freely indulged in kisses in the back seat. By the time we returned it was seven and I was dying to take him deep in me. My shorts was soaking wet by then.We changed our dress and had dinner with Vodka. Again the night was. Coinneach did not cry. The boy barely had any strength left after the crying fit he threw the night before. The servant’s whisper constantly cooed him with kind words, soothing him to forget the unresolved hunger. She remembered protecting him from the rocky earth as her walk turned to lifeless sway and her knees hit the ground. But that was one of the last memories she had. Tears dried, legs no longer felt, whisper of comfort lost on unmoving lips. Dissolving into the chill, she tried to rise. To bring the action to a climax, so to speak, she reached up and gently squeezed and twisted his balls and could feel them tense up as he was close to emptying them. Todd grunted and pulled out of her mouth and shot his cum all over her tits as requested and she gave a hearty chuckle as she pronounced him healthy and back in business. She cleaned the cum off her tits and they both got back to work. She said nothing but figured on fucking him later in the day if time permitted and her pussy. In this moment, he was fulfilling every fantasy and need I ever dreamed. I sucked on his finger eagerly as he stroked my hair lovingly. Mr. Bell’s face was calm, but his eyes were hungry. After a few moments he pulled his finger out my mouth. Mr. Bell reached for my shirt and with one fluid motion pulled it off. I began to undress him when he slapped my hand hard. “Did I give you permission to touch Daddy’s clothes?” His voice was firm. “No I-‘’ He cut me off “Exactly. Now hush.” He pulled.