.. Thank you mymistress for loving me and knowing exactly what your little sissygirl needsand wants... You know I will always be your personal whore..... Unh... Ohyes, hurt me... Punish me... Please treat me like the gutter-slut I am...Make me earn you the money you need to buy your beautiful clothes and getyour hair done and have your manicures and buy your jewelry... You knowthat I am your pain-slave, Mistress Sara... I will do anything you want...Anything you ask... Anything you need...". Expensive! A mature sales lady greeted them and asked what they were looking for. "Subtle and not so subtle sex," answered Jan.The shop wasn't busy that Monday morning so they tried on tons of dresses, gowns skirts and blouses. They bought low-cuts, short skirts, mini skirts, filmy almost see-through tops, see-throughs and two outfits nearly identical. The silk jackets came to just below their hips and each had three buttons. Even with all the buttons secured the vee necks were risqué. But the fact that she is not resisting had always made me so horny, and I always had a fantasy of jerking off thinking mom fucked by strangers.Chandran uncle is a family friend. He is around 50 years old, married have a son Vishnu who is 18 years old. We have known each other for quite a long time, he is an advocate and his wife Lakshmi aunty is a teacher. I and Vishnu are good friend, we used to touch each other’s private parts from long back and as our knowledge of sex grew overtime, touching. One evening, after my wife had been put up to bed, Martha joined me in the study for a drink. I knew little about her other than her Southern origin and that she took her job very seriously. As I sipped my Wild Turkey and she held her bourbon and soda, she asked me out of the blue, "Kevin, just how long is it since you and Janet had sex?" When I finished sputtering and had applied a napkin to the whiskey spots, I managed to put together a polite reply. "Why do you ask?" "Well," she continued,.