A couple of months ago, sometime in September of 2008, when Sangeetha’s brother was getting married, she had come down to invite us for the marriage...with her parents and that day, she was wearing a white saree with some flower designs on it in and a matching blouse to go with the saree in which she looked gorgeous in fact.I had a hard-on when I saw her in a saree. Her youthfulness was much more highlighted in her saree. After the invitation, as they were leaving, I was carrying my daughter at. I was weighed and every part of her anatomy was measured flexed and soft; my fat index measured and recorded. “The syndicate has classified you as a soft-body sex slave, you must train here at least five days a week, an hour to start, mostly cardiovascular to increase your stamina and some weight training”, said madam sassy.When it was over madam led me into the dining hall and said “listen to me carefully 99 you must attend the classes along with the other slaves, at night either you will be. Fir ham kis karne lage ,bada maja aa raha tha muje tab mera ek hath uske boob ko daba raha tha ek dusra uski pith sahela raha tha , fir mene uski sadi nikal di and blouse b utar dia usne bra nai pahni thi to uske boobu mere samne the me to dekh te hi toot pada uspe ,uske bade bade boobu to chus raha tha and wo pent k uparse hi mera lund sahela rahi thi fir ham dono nange ho gaye ek dam and usne mera lund apne muh me leke chusne lagi to me siskari le raha tha wo mera lund 10 min tak chusti. Jeff had made me wet many times online; now he was already doing it in person. We realized we’d be much less noticeable if we stood in line in the crowded corral rather than remaining outside of it. We “generously” let several other customers go ahead of us before we entered the last loop of the corral. Jeff and I stood facing each other in the line and embraced tightly. We didn’t want to make a scene already by kissing excessively, but we couldn’t stop hugging and sharing quick kisses. .