. hearing what those obscene b**sts would like to do to them if they had a chance. That all seemed long ago now. But the hideousness of those times of...early training would never, never leave them. Thus, though cleaning the scullery and the kitchen was an arduous task, it was not in the same league as scrubbing the decks of the ‘Paradise’. Kneeling side by side, they were worked steadily and in silence. Not too slow, not too fast. It was important to pace oneself. That they had learnt. Each. “Yes ma’am,” came the usual obedient reply and Cindy assumed the doggy style position on my plush soft carpet. I got on my knees and directed my cock at her tight young pussy.“Not so fast buster. You’re going to have to bury that thing in her ass. Her pussy is mine!” I’m not sure who was more surprised, me or Cindy, but I readily replied with the usual reply of the evening. “Yes ma’am,” I uttered and redirected my aim. “Yes ma’am,” was also the reply from Cindy although it didn’t seem. They weren’t getting rich off of Bill’s job with the Sheriffs Department but between his recent promotion to Sergeant and some overtime they were far from being broke. Bill had his side business building custom golf clubs which had gone from a hobby to some pretty serious cash. They continued to live within their means and were doing much better than most thirty-something couples they knew. On a personal level things couldn’t be better. The kids were a joy?well most of the time. Brenda. Jab unki shadi hui to main itna jyada unke liye postive nai tha lekin thode time palhe k bat hai jab main unke ghar gaya to na jane kyu unko dekhkar maujhe kuch kuch ho gaya aur mera man unko chodne ka karne laga.wo mujhse bate karti rahi aur main unki mast mast jawani ko dekhne laga,jab wo mujhse bat kar rahi thi to bich bich me wo mujhe pyar se sahla bi rahi thi jo ki mujhe madhosh karne k liye kafi tha.ek dum se unka hath mere paint pe lag gaya,aur unka hath mere penis pe touch ho gaya,aur.