Me: Ok.After this, I realized she had wild pussy inside her saree wanting to be drilled. After ok I didn’t reply and after some time.S: I think you ...re not interested to chat with me.Me: Nothing like that dear, actually I’m happy to get your number.S: Why??Me: You are so beautiful, if you were mine I would marry you.S: But I am old and you don’t like aunty types I guessMe: My ex-girlfriend was also of your age.S: So you are aunty boy, did you satisfy your ex-girlfriend??Me: Do you want me to. She entered the room and moved behind me, reaching out to rub my shoulders. Her fingers worked on knots I had not even noticed.“Thank you,” I said a few minutes later. “So how are you today?” I asked.She looked me in the eye. “I’m captivating,” she said softly. She moved closer and kissed me lightly on the lips. In the past, she had been playfully intimate, hugging me, holding my hand or arm, kissing my cheek, but she had never intentionally kissed my lips. This kiss was full of intent.Her lips. ”“No denying that. What about Aleja and Keri? How are you going to handle the explanation with them?”“I’m not sure. You told them what I told you – that there’d been a sudden change of plans and to fit everyone’s schedules we had to go this weekend. I’d be willing to go with that story, except Dmitri showing up kind of puts a different spin on things doesn’t it? His unannounced arrival pretty much calls for an explanation – other than he was pining away for Aleja.”“That’s true. Aleja would. How wrong I wasI walked into the lounge, the scene of so much humiliation and discomfort over the last months, to find my Master sitting in a chair. He looked at me and in a rage said"what the fucking hell are you doing in here you pathetic queer boy" My cheeks reddened with shame as he launched a tirade of abuse, the like of which I had never encountered before. "Fuck off back to the porch and behave properly you cunt" he hissedI went back, rang the door bell and waited...what seemed to be.