’‘This is most disturbing. Do we know how they took the guardian out?’ a Master asked.‘They used explosives to tip it over onto its back.’�...Ah... ‘‘Utilise other guardians on the Corsuuli,’ the senior Master ordered. ‘They will suffice for now. Order the ship’s Master to a screen. We need to consult.’‘By your command,’ the senior intelligence replied, forgoing mentioning that even if the guardians were sent after the prey, it would be a long series of time units before the nearest even got. Slave, how many entries are there? How many loads has your sweet wife taken?" I looked, and said, "Eighty Nine." Master said, "Eighty nine, and only eight from you? Well, including the times you jacked off so she could get fucked up the ass, six. That means she has taken eighty three loads from people other than her own husband! You really are a slut, aren't you, slut?" Yes, Master", came my wife's reply. "Well, now. I know the two of you have not fucked or been fucked for a month now.. Singh came up for air when she had finished her spasms. He got up and offered his hand so my mom could get off from the desk. After she got off, he turned her around. My mom was now facing the desk with her hands on it. Mr. Singh held her waist and moved her back so she was in a perfect doggy style position. Mr. Singh unzipped his pants and let it fall to the ground along with his underwear. Mr. Singh then bunched up her sari properly again, admired the view of the sexy big ass in front of him. She had strong features; it seemed that living with two older brothers does that. She had always considered herself a bit of a tomboy, and she's never been afraid to admit either. She pulled a comb from the glove compartment. Her hair was short and slightly auburn, not really a bowl cut but it was edging it. She went to a salon a few weeks ago to get it layered and texturized before she went on her trip with Angie. In the end she knew combing her hair wouldn't do much, it really didn't need it..