Dost uske figure ke bare me jitna batau utna kam hai wo bilkul 36-26-36 ki hai do bache ki ma hone ke baujud bhi bilkul kamsin lag rahi thi .. mujhe d...rection dete dete wo pichhe se puri bhig gayee thi ab uski pani se gilli gand dekha to aur hos ud gye mera land iron rod ban kar uski chut ka diwana ho gya . pani se bhigi gand ese machal rahi thi use dekh dekh mere aur hos ud rahe the phir sara pani ko ek nali bana kar chhod diya aur aunty ko bye bola aur thank you kaha usne hasi aur andar chali. "Houseboy, get your ass in here now!" Mistress Z called out in a stern almost pissed off tone."Yes, Mistress Z, I’m coming."I guess I'll find out what she or 'they' have planned soon enough, and quickly headed for the den thinking how Pavlovian I’d become during our role-play. When I entered the den, she wasn't wearing her wedding ring or anything else, as she stood there with her hands on her hips giving me a stern look. I quickly dropped my shorts and climbed onto the bed, my cock already. My heart was pounding and I licked my lips. I wanted to lick him all over. He was just delicious, all perfect contours and smooth skin with a sprinkling of hair on his broad chest. “You like seeing me stroke it, don't you?” he purred. “I bet you wish it was inside of you right now. I know how much you love to ride my dick. I know how wet you are for it.” “All the time,” I whispered, feeling simultaneously so heavy and so light, I was scarcely able to breathe. “Mm,” he nodded slightly in. “Managed to shake the rest of them? You’ll have to teach me how. I can’t seem to get them to fuck off.”“You have every right to be angry. It all came out when Dr. Spencer was here,” she said. “You’ve been treated very poorly.”“More than you know unless Mom was bragging about her handiwork upstairs.” It was half questioning.She shook her head and took a seat on the bed while I pulled up the chair. I told her about the accusations I’d gotten from Mom and the last-ditch attempt to justify what had.