It wasn’t a question; it was a comment.“Fifteen Sir, yes I do appreciate what you are doing, and I am sorry my juices are all over your hand. I wi...l happily clean them when you are finished if you wish! I am sorry you have to see me this way, but now you know why I have surrendered authority over myself because I make incredibly poor choices. I was getting too casual and familiar with you. I began to talk to you like we were on the same level. I wasn’t putting you down on a slave’s level but. And few drops of wetness on her skirt also. I came to know that she enjoyed the drive. I removed her skirt and t-shirt, and took the flavored oil and started to apply on her boobs; she was enjoying the massage with the pleasure. I can’t hold the boobs with my hand because Kavi’s boobs are hand full. While massaging I thing its getting bigger and bigger and while massaging only I squeeze her nips with my fingers she was moaning, I said shut your dirty month slut, she kept quit again she closed. 'oh no ... she cheated on me ... she was bouncing on top of a guy ... Iran out ... 'The next memories were harder to make sense of. They felt weird but realat the same time.'someone on the couch ... no no no'"No no no no no no no no..."He felt dirty, like no shower would ever wash him clean again. He was inan urgent need of a shower, he got off the couch and on all foursclimbed the stairs. He went to the bathroom and emptied his stomach'scontent. He then used the whole of the tooth paste tube. Nothing. I would do nothing. I would do absolutely nothing except smile and bear it. Ada controlled the purse strings and she kept a very tight grip on them. I couldn't complain because Ada denied me nothing. If I wanted it, I got it. I wanted a house with grounds, a swimming pool and a tennis court so Ada went out, found it and bought it. I wanted a Corvette so Ada went out and bought me one. Country club membership? No problem. A week in Aspen? Mention it and the tickets would be on the desk.