Mom ki akho me chamak thi. Lekin jab wo interview dene gayi me bi sath gaya tha. To waha or bi teacher interview dene ke liye aye hoye. Lekin meri mom...akeli lady thi. Waha jab ander gaye mom to mujhse aida tha. Job hume hi mili gi par unhone ne kise kisi ko nahi rakha. Hum udass hue ghar par aye. To sham ko 1 meri mom ki friend ayi. Joki teacher thi. Wo mom ko usne sari baat batai.Fir usne kaha ki meri pati us school ke principal ko jante hai. To tumari naukri mai pkki karwaungi tum kal subah. ' So she knows when her Master is hungry and the food is ready, she knows when he's tired and the bed is turned down, she knows what he wants before he knows it himself. You shouldn't just aim to be good you should aim to be the best, the perfect slave." I can see that Mistress. But, it's a big challenge." Otherwise the slave is a little more than a robot or worse. She's someone that is only indulging themselves; using her owner as her slave." Yes. It would be more like the Stepford Wives than. My fingers grazed the front of his crotch as I reached for the zip of his pants and began to free his bulging member from its prison. I traced the ridge of his cock head and Martin pressed his hips into my hand. We were both ready to get this show on the road it appeared. I had to tug his pants slightly to get it over the delicious man meat hidden under the bright blue cotton tight fitting trunks. I decided to return the earlier favour. When my mouth reached his bulge, I stuck my tongue out and. I took a moment to admire her firm, pomegranate-sized boobs, whose nubs were stiff and standing out, inviting me to lick and suck them. Below her flat stomach was a triangular patch of brown hair, same colour as mine, and matching her own crowning glory which fell in soft, shiny waves across her shoulders. At the base of the triangle, the slit hiding her private parts was still tightly closed, but, I thought, not for long.My cock had stiffened and was now rigid. I was tempted to handle it, but.