Do you understand?” I answer, “You’re sure master won’t mind?” He then responds sternly, “Not one bit, he has commanded me to try you out....Now get on your knees damn it!” As I do he begins to take off his suit and as he pulls off his pants, he reveals that he is wearing a pair of black pantyhose and I gasp at the size of the bulge in his crotch. His cock is about the same size as Mr. Ducati’s, but a lot thicker. He’s a little shorter than my boss and has a hairy chest and looks so fucking. I didn't dare to check, but it was obvious they were, because I could hear them breathing."Turn around!" one of them said, I think it was Micha.A rush went through my whole body, and I couldn't move. I felt so embarrassed and humiliated about what they were about to see, that my body just locked up. My legs were trembling from the tension that I was feeling."TURN AROUND!" Micha said a little louder, but in the quiet of the night, it almost sounded like thunder to me.I swallowed my nerves away,. I know that he is visually trying to have sex with me. He is attracted to my heavy boobs and my plump buttocks. I enjoy teasing him and secretly fantasize making love to him. My husband is not interested in me. Similarly, Mrs Mishra has become old and has lost interest in sex. She is busy attending religious discourses in the afternoon. My husband had gone on an official tour for three days and Mrs. Mishra had recently joined a religious group which used to have “Bhajan” singing sessions every. He took a piece of banana, and brushed it against her lips… she instintly parted them, and accepted the banana into her mouth. She then fed him a piece of banana… his lips slowly parted, and then he captured her fingers in his mouth… gently sucking the chocolate from them in a very enticing way. She felt her face go redder and redder, the desire building inside her like never before. He softly released her fingers, now cleaned and no chocolate left on them. He then took a piece of.