It took sometime before I finally fell asleep.I crawled out of bed and stretched, checking the clock on the wall. It wasn't seven yet, but that would ...mount to sleeping in if my customers were keen fishermen. I wandered out to the galley and plugged in the coffee machine. I set about making my usual breakfast: fruit, juice and cereal. There was no sign of Ardele yet.I looked out the stern to the east and saw we were in for another sunny, calm day. The tide chart said it was a half-tide at. First let me tell about my mom, Vanitha 44 years of age with long silky hair and big boobs (38 dd ) nice round ass and very fair in color. My father shifted to Chennai during my high school. We used to stay in a 2 bhk house for rent and the owner was none other than my uncle.My dad is a very busy man he used to travel every month and sometimes would not return for 2 months. So mom sexual desires need to be satisfied by herself or by someone (which I came to know later)It all changed. My uncle. When she came down, he served up, ate and did his turn in the shower. When he came down, Rachael and Cheryl were already in Rachael’s car, and Amanda waited with him for the school bus.“Why can’t we go in Rachael’s car?” he mused aloud.“Not cool enough, I suppose,” she shrugged.“Fair enough, I’ll have to work on that.”“I’ll bet you will.”The bus pulled up and the doors opened. James nodded at the driver, hopped up the steps and into a blast from the past. There was a definite hierarchy on the. The pleasureful pain shoots through my body and forces me to thrust my breasts forward and arch my back, gasping unevenly. You tug steadily on the chain between my clamped nipples until my face is almost even with yours. I can feel your warm breathe on my breasts, my neck, my face. I want so desperately to open my eyes and look at the face of the man who owns me, controls me, exhilarates me, loves me, but I don't dare. I'm scared if I open them, you'll just disappear as if in a dream.After.