’ ‘You crave sex. Your body craves sex. You need sex. ‘ ‘You live for your cunt, you are a slut.’ ‘You worship Master.’ The voice was ab...urd. He was a punk kid, not her Master, and she didn’t crave sex. Sex was a weapon, her beauty was a weapon. All her life she’d used them to get what she wanted. She’d gained control of Broadmoor through sex. Sex for pleasure, that was for lesser people. But with her attention on to the voice, the bliss in her cunt grew. She turned her mind back to it, tried. “What do you need, Gracie?” he asked her in between the kisses he was planting seductively on her neck and shoulders.“Sex, food, and sleep, in that order,” she answered.So, Mac made love to Grace, ordered room service, and held her until sleep claimed them both. Chapter Thirty-EightThe next week flew by despite the tedious meetings. Having a side trip to Stonehenge planned gave them something to look forward to. He’d meant to keep it a surprise for her, but he couldn’t help himself. The fact. He already had one daughter and my aunt has just come back after given birth to a boy. My uncle is having a factory at Bangalore and he generally make his trip to factory at least 10 days in a month. All the needs. Let me tell you, my aunt has a very solid fig with lot of flesh. I happen to see her breast so many time and even after noticing me she never scolded me. There are three rooms in the house and she always occupies the master bed room (since there is a toilet attached). I stay in any. I'll call her and see if she can get him in." Sharon left them for a minute and Sue said, "See, Sharon is really treating you good. And you thought she disliked you!" Ron said, "It is a real surprise that she isn't ridiculing me. I can't believe that she hasn't made any snide remarks." Sharon returned and told them Ron could go right away. All he had to do was tell them Sharon sent him. Ron left them and went next door to the beauty parlor. When he told them Sharon had sent him they.