Tara said, “Let me do all the talking. Please don’t say anything unless my parents or I ask you to. And for God’s sake, quit looking like an a...e-struck tourist!”Tara opened one of the double doors into her father’s study, and I walked in behind her. Her father was an imposing-looking man, immaculately dressed in an expensive-looking suit, even at 5 in the morning. He was sitting behind a massive oak desk when we entered the room. Her mother, a stunning who must have been close to fifty. ..she was wearing her favourite blue colour sari, with a cut sleeve matching blouse, which exposes her outline of the bra. i can clearly see her cleavage as her sari was semi transparent....and she prefers to tie the sari below her navel. Its always a feast for me to see my mom in sari. she straight away went to her room.I was watching Tv and saw her back with a yellow coloured nightie. I pray to god every time asking she has to wear the nightieeveryday, coz its the only nightie which is a V. “Uh-huh,” Ealaín groaned, her midnight-black face twisting with pleasure, her short, white hair dancing about her features. Her citrine eyes squeezed shut. “She’s a natural at it.”While we waited on Kora and Sven’s return, I thought it would be a great idea to teach Carsina how to please him. She needed to know all this stuff if she wanted to be his sex slave. And it made me so wet.I adjusted the straps of my dildo I just fashioned with my powers. It was a simple affair, made from the stone. The hand twisted, bent my head back; pulled the tendons of my neck to stand in ridges. He looked at me, handsome face twisted in hate, bared teeth closed on my neck. Pain ran down in currents that electrified my core. “Fu-ck,” my sharp inhale sliced the word in half, fingers involuntarily loosening from tight fists to cling to his shoulders. Still the teeth crushed hard to my throat; pinched the skin there. I moaned weakly at the soft brush of his lips, and pitched my hips forward to grind on.