Instead, she noticed traffic deferring to the obvious symbol of wealth and prestige. Don Ernesto had special license plates. She found that he was kno...n to many, and in every one of the exclusive boutiques they visited the clerks would gush over him while they treated her with restrained professional courtesy. Only once or twice did she notice a cluster of salesgirls whispering behind their hands at a safe distance.Don Ernesto, besides being an elegant dresser himself, had exquisite taste in. "Don't go," he said. His eyes travelled along and down at her gorgeous slender body to her breasts and felt himself shamefully getting sexually aroused. He glanced down at his crotch area and saw his cock twitch inside his trousers and a bulge started forming. "Sylvie, honey, could you do your Daddy a huge favour?"She didn't like the way her father looked at her that lustful look that men get when seeing a attractive woman. "What's that, Daddy?" she asked innocently."You couldn't possibly take. I am 6 ft, chubby with a 5.5-inch dick. And I am a dedicated reader of good Indian sex stories.This is in continuation of a previous story that was released in 3 parts. If you have not yet read the stories then you might want to give them a read.From the day I submitted myself to aunty, it became my one true motivation in life, to keep my master pleased. Gradually my social life declined, and the only place I ever truly wanted to be was tied up in front of aunty. She humiliated me, tortured me. And depending on the lady, this was not bad, as mom specialized in ‘active lifestyle’ clothes, which mostly brought rather attractive MILF-type customers that were rather fit.At the end of one particular workday my mom told me to help bring several large boxes out to her friend Veronica’s car. Veronica was about mom’s age I guess, tall with blonde hair & very fit. Her face showed her age a bit, but she was still very attractive, and her tight clothes showed a killer body. I carried the box to.