I was talking to my mom about my college and my mom was in the balcony observing our new servant maid, Shalini, washing the clothes.Since it was our m...id’s first day my mom was very particular to check out how she was doing her work. I prayed that my mom wouldn’t find any fault in Shalini’s work. Especially, after looking at her solid thighs. I fell for her body, the previous day itself, when I first saw her talking to my mom. She was about 5’5″ tall and had a great figure. She didn’t look like. I kept arching my back and digging my heels into the carpet. The next thing I know he's got his head between my thighs with my legs over his shoulders. It was heavenly, the best oral I've received to date. He kept teasing me and flicking my clit with his tongue while continuing to finger me. I can't even tell you how many times I came (I was so sensitive because it was my first time). Finally I begged him to slide inside me but he wouldn't do it, he told me that he didn't think that we'd. Again, the problem was the feminists: Any casual clothing would reveal her figure far more than they ever considered appropriate.When she went out to the kitchen, she received another surprise: The kitchen table was beautifully set for breakfast for two, complete with a little bowl of freshly-cut flowers, and Kelly was at the range, cooking. A glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice was sitting at her place and Sarah drank it. Looking around the kitchen, Sarah asked where her mother was."In bed,. Now her eyes widened as she saw that the salesman wasn’t wearing any pants and showing off his erect penis. Normally, any woman including Bina would be offended to see a stranger flashing his black dick and balls, but instead, she liked it.This one image took Bina back to her childhood. Back in those days, Bina along with her siblings used to buy small candies from the local ‘Candiwalla’ (as he used to be called). The man looked somewhat similar to this cold drink salesman. The candiwalla used.