‘I’d wager it’s an enchanting sight.’ ‘Eighth wonder of the world,’ Jenny chimed. Clara blushed. ‘Nice innuendo. If you were blokes, y...u’d have me boffed for sure.’ ‘Give it time.’ Jenny, as was her wont, laughed it up. ‘So how d’ya get off, then, if the suspenders set isn’t an option?’ ‘Well, I… promise you won’t write this down and show it to my dad in a hundred-so years?’ Vastra crossed her heart, somewhere down beside her waist. ‘Pray tell.’ ‘I… I have a lad over, right, and he does. Her death left himself and his now 18 year old daughter, Chelsea. Chelsea was the raven haired, blue eyed young woman with breasts to die for, coming in at D cup standing in front him now. They, in turn, had developed a strong bond in the years since.He had greatly loved his wife, who he had gotten pregnant with Chelsea when they were only 18 themselves. Her death was hard on both of them. Of course, he also loved sex. He spared no opportunities over the past five years, and on occasion even. I saw her boobs and sucked her nipples and bitted it hardly to which had she moaned. I told her to stand up and removed her saree and ghagra . Her nickker was torn in many parts. I removed it and throw it in dustbin. And I was surprised to see an aunty nude in front of me. I licked her armpit. And liked that smell of sweat, it was a peculiar kind of smell which comes only in the body of servants.. Then I made her turn around, her ass was in front of my face, I fingered her ass and tasted it and. “Yes, Mistress. I'll obey every wish, every desire you’ve got. I am your sissy slave!”“Good girl, Jennifer. And you know you're my son’s slave too! Though I still need to punish him for falling for his sissy friend!”“Sorry, Mistress!”Now that she was done painting my nails, she went into the hallway to pick up a shopping bag. With me still lying on the bed facing the camera, she took some items out of the bag. I did not see what it was because I was laying down. She opened her closet and took.