Despite her obvious anger she stayed silent. I wondered if perhaps giving her a choice would not quite work. I decided to try something different."Mak... me a grilled cheese sandwich" I requested with confidence."Okay" she said blankly as she got up left her room and turned on the stove. I followed her excited from the potential I had just discovered. I could make her do anything and everything I wanted and I planned to."Ashley stop making the sandwich" I said. she stopped "What? I already told. Aarti noticed him to be queer and asked are you sure there is nothing wrong daddy? She had always called her ‘daddy’ as she is a girl from the city. He stammered no its fine.Aarti noticed him to be queer and asked are you sure there is nothing wrong daddy? She had always called her ‘daddy’ as she is a girl from the city. He stammered ‘No its fine.The old man was getting excited and was restless too he was feeling like a young lad who was to propose a girl for sex for the first time. He did not. She wasn’t prepared for it when he came. Nothing could have prepared her for it. She had only masturbated him once with her hand, but it was nothing like the cum that jetted out into her mouth. She choked as the first jet shot to the back of her throat, part of it going down her throat, slowly sliding down into her stomach. His hands felt like her head was in a vise, pulling her mouth onto his spurting cock like a sock on a foot. He screamed out in pleasure as a second load of cum jetted out,. One day, she said that we’ll play a game once she’s done with the household stuff, and was rushing to finish her work. I was also waiting eagerly for her to finish and come. She took me to the bedroom and said that we’ll play mummy-daddy game, and I said okay. She asked me to get out of the room and asked me to come in when she calls me.I went out and was waiting outside. Then she shouted come, and I went inside to see her in a bride’s robe sitting on the bed. She was wearing kurta pyjama.