Here again I intervened and paid five hundred rupees to him and told that remaining will be given shortly. When milkman was gone, this lady went to th... kitchen to put milk and then came to my room. She asked me why I was doing all this for them whom I have known only for few hours, I replied that I don’t have a motive but doing it coz I feel homely here.She again started crying and said that I was the first person to show such attitude otherwise everybody always tried to exploit her physically. Then, ever so slowly I'm certain I feel his tongue slide diagonally down across my cheek towards the pulsing vein of my neck, sampling the flavour of me; sampling my tension, my excitement.Then he's sat back in his chair, his mouth moving, speaking words that my ears, filled with the rushing of blood to my head are unable to hear. I know I'm shaking without looking down at my hands, even without the clearly audible clatter of cup and saucer, or the mess of coffee across my tray. I know I am. Want you. To Cum. But first. You will. Suffer. Some. MORE!Having made its point so forcefully the finger withdraws again. Leaving her panting breaths torturing her clit via the rope, and the motionless, softly buzzing fat rod sitting deadly inside her like some kryptonite cock up Superman's arse. She's barely aware of what she's doing as her right hand fumbles for the remaining rope at the head of the bed, and loops it around and around her wrist.Then her fantasy is complete, and she lets. He had already married off the last of the girls from my fathers and uncles, so he was in a bind. Dozens of his bastard sons married daughters from elite families but gave him no grandchildren. My father placed a small piece of uranium in Zeus’s chair to poison that bastard slowly. He fucked his son’s wives and had some success, but radiation had damaged his sperm. All his children, from his daughters-in-law, were born with health issues. None lived past three. Soon he too failed to father any.