I started to lick her clit again, which was now larger due to her excited state. I slipped three fingers inside her now, and it was clear she loved ...t by the way she raised her hips to meet every thrust. Her breathing increased and I thrusted my fingers in and out faster. "Oh my God, I'm gonna cum again!" Rachel shrieked. "Come on, baby," I said. "Fuck yes!" she said, as her pussy began to spasm uncontrollably. I shoved my cum laden fingers in her mouth and made her taste herself. "Fuck. "I'm sorry, Mistress Tate," he added sincerely."You masturbated without permission," she repeated quietly as sheflicked his nipples. "Is that all? You didn't do anything else?" Um. . . I tried on some of Ms. Anderson's panties, Mistress Tate." Some of them? Do you remember how many?" Flick, flick. He frowned, replaying in his mind how he had frolicked in them. "Sevenor eight pairs, Mistress Tate." "Seven or eight? Which is it? Think carefully now, Cecilia." "I don't remember exactly,. I think this answer gave the man a window of opportunity to try his luck. He then said it is not something unusual. Most of the Indians who work away from home have their own girl friends. He was a unmarried man but with good built and younger than me. Even younger than her. I thought that mere mention about Indian husbands having girl friends was an approach to the main topic. He then said getting a bit closer while moving along the sofa. As if trying to console her saying not to worry as long. I knew the urge to hit my sister was wrong. I knew it was irrational. It was bad that I hit my sister once. It would be even worse to hit her again.I hit my sister. I hurt my parents. Sometimes I’m not a very nice person.Tara let go of me and went over to sit on the toilet. I turned away. I stood beside the bath, watching as it filled. I was aware out of the corner of my eye that she was finding everything awkward because of her bandaged hand. I didn’t offer to help. It was awkward for her but.