..." You begin watching Your favorite shows, and my tonguestrains to follow Your movements as You giggle at the entertaining things onTV. I am beneath...You, where I belong.. You release one of my hands, and order me to continuestroking Your hard cock while I worship Your musky and glorious pussy and ass. ?I have tolerated crappy airline food for hours, and I thinkit is only fair that my kgotso shares in it too. I know we selected the toilettissue in the bathroom together, but I want something. Are you a good qirl? She hesitates. I open up my hand and my palm meets her ass, hard. "No hesitations!" I shout. She comes up with a quick answer, trying to satisfy me. "I am a very good girl." Before she can answer the question my whip is slapping into her ass. One cheek, then the other. "Are you a good girl?" "No," she says. "That's right. What are you? What kind of girl are you?" There is no hesitation. She knows the answer, somewhere, deep down. "I am a slut!" "You are a slut. A. Only the stuff inside should be worn by you. Love Vikram.”I took the packet and opened it, and took out its contents. It was party wear. It was just a black bodycon dress, off shoulder up to my knee, with cuts at all appropriate places. That’s it – no inner garments. So I wore it and matched it with a black pencil-heel sandal.I walked out of my bedroom to find no one except Daniel in the house. I was surprised as these guys left early, but it was only shortlived. They had ordered Daniel to send. Melinda didn’t hesitate for even a single second. Her warm mouth swallowed my flaccid cock whole. I wanted to focus on this blowjob but I couldn’t stand Melissa being in the room.“Melissa,” I began, “you are a slob. You look like one, you act like one. I’m sure you think like one. First thing you need to do is shave your beaver. It’s disgusting. Secondly, make yourself as attractive as possible. I want to see if you can entice the other sons to play with you.”The pastor’s wife stood behind her.