?? ?No sir, I?may I please have permission to speak.? Her voicewas breaking again. ?No you may not? ? my answer seemed to shock her for amoment. ?Yo... need to be taught the price of not showing the proper respect foryour master.? ?No but I?I won?t do it again, please? ? the panic wasnaturally at home in her voice that morning. ?I simply motioned my finger over her lips to imply I was notseeking an explanation.? When she saw the ring gag she understood to open her mouth.I fastened it into. Even more exciting, the smooth sexy feel of her skin,and the heady aroma of her silky long brown hair were alwaysenough to give me ideas, even when I don’t already have a hard-on. “Are you at that ‘thing’ again?” giggled Marsha, squirmingback at me, trying to trap my swollen prick between her legs,where it would do both of us more good. Marsha may not be theincredibly oversexed barely-pubescent little slut who had trappeda 16-year-old into marriage, with her. Manu was hissing, “Please papa, Tarak, fill me with your juices! Make me happy. I want to feel your hot sperm inside me.” Her father grunted, “Yes beti I am going to cum in your hungry cunt whore.” Manu was buckling between Tarak and her father. The three of them came simultaneously one after another.Exhausted, they remained in the same position for some time.Patiently I strolled back to my room. I downloaded the recording from the mobile and also saved it on my cloud drive. I went back to the. At the same time we started to laugh together. It was mostly a nervous laughter, but there was some mirth mixed with it as well. "So," I started hesitantly with a grin. "How about those books?" That brought a huge laugh out of her. "They're over there, where... we collided." I bit my lip and looked at the ground at the memory. Not just because I felt bad about it but because I remembered the feel of her soft body under, on top of, and entangled with mine. She got up and I followed her, but not.