This incident happened about a year back. I used to live in a flat with my friends. There were 4 flats on our floor. As our flat was on top floor we u...ed to hangout on the roof in free time. An aunty (around 28) used to come daily in evening for taking the dried clothes with her small kid. I stared at her daily she used to wear nice suit salwar. By looking at her I knew that she was from north India. After a few days of staring I began passing an informal smile at her.At first I did not get any. My slave was enjoying herself and so was I, it was nice to feel my slave thrusting her hips up into the air and enjoying this moment just as I was enjoying it myself. When I decided that I had teased her enough I leaned over and grabbed the two silk scarfs from the bed side table and tied them together. Then I laid them just under my slave's breasts and ever so slowly I moved them up, slowly pulling on the silk and satin scarf's as if they were pieces of air floating through the air.Once they. “You’ve stepped in some serious shit.”“I do not know how it happened,” she continues, oblivious to his tone. “I ... I finished fucking him and then he was dead.”Curtis stops right in his tracks. “What?”“The homeless man that I was made to fuck,” she answers. “But he changed. Then it was him. Then he disappeared. Then the man was dead.”Curtis is having trouble following the random sputtering of the woman. Suddenly he finds that his anger toward her has melted. Here standing before him is the. 'I'm a little older than you men are used to', I replied with a sense of bravado, I was still nude under my short dress and top, which daddy had undid a few more buttons, that did very little to hide my pointed breasts, which had captivated the little rotund man staring at them.'I love your sense of dress', he said slavishly, his fat lips wet with the constant licking his tongue was supplying with copious amounts of saliva.My eyes were locked on his mouth, my labia were as wet as his lips, so.