We walked arm and armto the table and sat next to each other. We looked scrumptious ourselvesin wonderful gowns, beautiful makeup, dazzling jewelry an... our bodiesrevealing a lot of skin. We were served and Trish was quiet, lookingforward while she ate. She slowed her eating and just stared ahead. Thedrug was working, now I was ready. I called the maid to remove thedinnerware and that we would have cocktails in the den. I helped Trish tothe den and closed the door. She sat on one side of the. Jab v bo class karehethi mujhe aage bethatethi or to or mera haat pakad ke hans hans ke padhatihain mere man main v choodne ka mitha ras tapak rahatha. Ek din mam ne apna chunari ko thoda niche khiskade or thoda jhuk gai, unka boobs dekh kar mera lund pura 120 se cross kar gya me becabu horatha esleye mene apna lund ka jaro se dabalia lakin mam ka najor mera center pe gira bo sarmagai or Boli ye kya karreheho to me dar geya or pasina pasina hogya, me kya karnu mujhe samaj me nehin aarahatha usi. My balls met her ass. Pace and breathing. Faster and Faster. Harder and harder. “Again…” she pled. “Again… Again…” Slap. Slap. Slap. Her hands again flew out to the sides. I could feel that glorious welling of impending explosion. Our breathing stopped. “Eeee…” came her cry. “Oh fuck, I’m…” was all I managed before exploding into her. Cum shot into her, filling her. She shook from head to toe. Her body bounced on the couch as my body crashed into hers and her orgasm crashed into her psyche. My. ”Cinny grinned up at Faith. “Isn’t it so exciting?”Linny grinned at her too. “We’re going to be slave sisters.”This was an unexpected turn of events. She never would have thought that Aunt Jane would do something like this to her own daughters. But then again, she thought, her own mother had just treated her like a slave. Anything seemed possible these days.It was also a surprise that her mother and Aunt Ann were going to be staying for a whole week. She had assumed that her mother would return.