The way my dad ran our house when I was growing up was exactly the way I wanted my house to be but, I also knew that it would be a year or two before ...hat happened. I dated Dina for about six months and asked her to marry me and she said yes. I hadn't taken her home to meet mom and dad yet and that would have to wait at least a year. In that time I was making a plan to make my home what I wanted. I insisted that she use birth control and we had sex as often as I could find time and that was. In my previous story, I mentioned that if any females or shemales or couples looking for a , bottom, sex slave then message me personally. After my story was published, I received quite a lot of messages from many males. But as I mentioned clearly that I don’t want to meet any males. I ignored the messages straight away. Then one day I suddenly receive a message from an id stating that they are a couple and need my services as a slave. He said that he is 48 years old and his wife is 43. He,. .. why not?... won't... maybe... together?... I'd just die!... we'll see." OK, girls... Just pile all that stuff on the toilet and get your frozen butts in the shower. Holler when your in, and I'll get your things into the washer."A moment later the water came on, and I heard the cloud of giggles slide the curtain shut. The washing machine was in the garage, on the other side of my miniscule bathroom, so I waited 'til I heard a snigger of, "OK, We're in, Dad. You can get 'em now."Sliding. It was sweetest, hottest kissing both yielding and melting in each other. I guided his hands on to my breasts.He cupped them and was squeezing sending sparks in me. We sealed our mouths for an eternal kiss record. Pulling his one hand I pushed it between my thighs where I was soaking wet. His finger soon found the right. I raised my left leg and placed on his thigh giving him more space. In my mind, I thanked Shobha who had done waxing on my cunt.Sumit was now rubbing and playing with my.