Her mouth open in a silent cry.I glided in and out of her with speed, sweat building up inside of me and before I knew it I felt my release as I came ...nside her. A groan of my own escaping as she cried out.Her breath was ragged. She fought to break loose from my hold, but I held her still. No. This was not over. She was mine. I would fuck her until I ran empty.Unbuckling the belt, I tightened it around her throat and she panicked, reaching out to grasp at her leash. I pushed her hands aside. Dad left for work while we were finishing breakfast.I made a bowl of cereal for Mum and took it in to her but she just grunted and waved at my dresser with a dripping paintbrush. I put the bowl of cereal on my dresser and hoped she wouldn’t forget it. By this time, Mum was down on her knees beside my mirror, carefully painting up beside it. It’s a full length mirror fixed to the wall. Dad put it up for me when we moved in. Since then, in all that time, I’ve probably only spent a total of ten. I was in bangalore and working and staying in a small home ,I was 20 and she is 27 and having one 4 year old girl baby.one day one of my mums sister and family came to see me in bangalore for tour . she asked me why dont you call the mums sister for your cooking she also lonly there,she also happy you can solve the cooking problem. I told her to tell my mum ,she told my mum,and mum called me to take her sister to bangalore. one day I went to native and look her and her daughter to bangalore.In. I kissed on the upper skin of her boobs and drooped my tongue into cleavage. My bulge was sticking out. Sensing it, Pooja moved her hands to my bulge and started to get a hold of it.Meanwhile, I placed my hands on her boobs and felt the softness of her boobs. I started pressing and fondling her breasts hard. I sucked on the upper part of her boobs. I then raised my left hand to her back.I ran my fingers over her backbone and in sync, I moved my lips to her neck, kissing and licking her neck. I.