But he ran me through the details anyway, pointing out that she’d removed her blouse “So I can see her big tits” and her skirt, so he could view...her suspender belt as her head bobbed up and down over his lap.Chris continued to talk to me. Told me she was good at oral, very good, had obviously practiced a lot, hundreds of men had experienced her skills over the years, apparently. Asked me if I’d known she was an unfaithful slut when we married, and how I felt about her being a prostitute. At. Pitajee ki antim kriya karam, sradh aur shatee path ke bad rishtedar sab apne apne ghar chale gaye. Ma bhi itne samay me thori bahut sambhal gayee hue thee. Ma ab eh man liya tha pitajee wakai me chal diye the. Humare mausi phir bhi kuch aur din tak humare ghar par bane rahe aur hum logon ko sahara diya. Pitajee ke dehant ke kareeb kareeb ek mahine ke bad humara ghar phir se khalee ho gaya. Ab ghar par sirf mai aur meri ma the aur hum ek dusre ko sahara de rahe the. Ma abhi bhi pitajee ke marne. Right from the first time I waited on her she would leave me a generous tip, so of course I was always happy to serve her.She had a foreign accent, one I couldn't place, and one day when it started raining cats and dogs, and I mean pouring, she decided to wait till the rain stopped or at least eased up. My shift ended at 2 PM, and for the same reason decided to just wait around as I had to be back at work for 4. I got myself a cup of tea and sat behind the counter, there was only a handful of. I got my britches and boots back on and crossed the stableyard to the back door, hitching on my heavy belt. The door gave to my shoulder, and I hurried up the back stairs and down the hall to the room where the wails and weeping were coming from. Someone was using a whip on human flesh from the sound of it.Just as I got there, the door was flung open and a young woman in a frilly nightgown was thrust into the hall followed by a naked man carried a half-shuttered lamp and a leather quirt. The.