Mere ghar ke bagal me ek uncle rahte h apni wife ke sath aur wo log mujhe raat me ghar aate samay dekhte the aur uncle to hamesha mujhe line marte rah...e h aur mujhe hamesha puchte the ki raat me kawn sa job karti ho aur wo double meaning me baaten karte the. Mujhe lagta tha ki uncle mujhe chodna chahte h aur wo mere piche hi hamesha rahte the. Uncle hamesha mujhse acche se baaten karte the aur padosi the to wo meri kabhi kabhi help bhi karte the jaise wo mere liye kabhi kabhi market se saman. Inside the store in the erotica book section an attractive young man was looking at books and he noticed her walk in. He looked at her large breasts in the tight t-shirt and then at her short skirt. She smiled at him with a sexy grin knowing he liked her tits a lot. As he eyed her tits the nipples seemed to grow and harden for him. He secretly thought how it would be sucking them and rubbing them with his big hands.She liked that he was staring at her tits and stayed facing him. She smiled at. I rubbed sunscreen in the small of her back, up her spine, deliberately and slowly messaged her shoulders and the sides of her chest, and moved my hands back down to apply the sunscreen to the back of her thighs and legs. Finishing her up, I then rubbed some sunscreen on my own breasts, obviously for protection but also to use it as an excuse to sooth my now aching nipples. I noticed Tami watching me through her squinted eyes as I positioned myself into a comfortable position on the lounger. Master pulled me from the car and raised me to my feet once more. The only building in sight was a toilet block, luckily no one seemed to be around. “Wait there,” Master said as he walked off into the toilets. A few moments later he returned and helped me totter into the gent’s toilet. He led me into a cubicle and ordered me to wait, pulling the door closed on his way out. My legs were now beginning to buckle and my calf’s were burning as I waited in the dim lights. Fear struck me after a short.