Maine kaha ki madam pehle ap mere lund ko muh main to le lo madam ne mera lund jaise he muh main lena chaha madam ko mere lund par til nazar aya or wo...bohat accha lag raha thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa madam ki khushi ka thgikana nahi thaa lekin main kuch nahi samhjhe pa raha thaa ki hakhir baat kiyaa hai tabi maine kaha ki madam kiyaa hua wo boli mere raja tum bohat naseeb wale ho jo tumhare lund par till hai tum kabhi mar nahi khaoge maine kaha kese to usne kaha ki tumhare lund par till hai iska mtlab. .a third. Slowly, sensuosly fucking yourself in front of me almost as if I weren't here. With your other hand you beckon me, finger crooked and calling me over. Without thinking, I find myself sliding out of my chair onto my knees, my own skirt sliding high up my thighs as though I too were some wanton slut. I am not, of course, I am a proper middle-aged woman of class. Yes, I am your sometimes-lover, but I am not a slut like you.Walking on my knees I approach you. "Yes darling", you. The place was rustic to say the least. It had an open pit fireplace in the center of the one room, smoke was allowed to escape up a tube made of wood that had a some sort of metal sheeting lining it. The rafters had many herbs and plants hanging, along with what appeared to be preserved meats. She saw one wall had several cords of dried wood along it, shelves with jars and flasks lined another.She could see that they were indeed doing well for themselves. They might even have a spring house of. I listenedagain but there was nothing. I inspected the walls half believing Iwould discover a camouflaged TV screen pumping out subliminal messagesbut I drew a blank. I hurried back to the bathroom and looked in themirror at my unkept hair, my unshaven face. Perhaps if I didn't shaveand let my beard grow, it would put an end to this nonsense. I shook myhead; the mentor would not like it, bad marks and a longer sentence. IfI could convince him that I was willingly travelling along the path.