We all hugged and it was a pleasure, though momentary, to feel her breasts pressed against my chest as she wrapped her arms around me tighter than I e...pected. We talked about the gathering as my Uncle Ron checked in. He was surprised to learn that a room with 2 beds wasn’t available as he had reserved and was complaining. I offered a solution up.. Jenn could stay in mine since it has two beds and my Aunt agreed and said are you sure you won’t mind? No problem, I said. Then they went to. As my Granny opened the door, I couldn’t believe my eyes; she was still in her sleep attire. Her sleep attire consisted of a night shirt that stopped mid thigh and slippers. I took full notice of her and her body, for a black woman of 60 (I guess), she had a decent body. Her face wasn’t that pretty; she was defiantly a plane Jane in that department. But from the neck down she was…..wow. Looking her up and down I could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her C cup breasts showed a little. .. he tried to pull off her panties and again she said no. After what seemed like endless foreplay she pulled her panties to one side... again looked at me and let him in. All the while he was sliding into her cunt she kept her eyes fixed to mine. It was slow... it was extremely gentle... it was as sexy as hell. It was nothing like I thought it would be. All that fantasy talk months before was exciting... this was deep... emotional.... almost religious. It seemed as though every muscle I had. The feel of the light smooth skirts on my legs and the unrestricted movement that trousers don't provide usually left me quite excited.Some of this was noticed by Rohana, the head slave, who must have reported this to Princess Laila. The princess used to tease me and call me a sissy and such reports pleased her immensely.That I had become a complete slave was for sure. Every time I saw the princess I was to kneel down with my hands in front and touch my forehead to the floor. Then if permission.