Every week leading up to it excited her and terrified her. She'd leave with welts on her body, bite marks all over tender areas, her cunt and ass sore...from the fucking and stretching. She shivered thinking about the first time she got waxed after one of the weekends and the waxer asking if she needed to call someone to help her. The next time She had the word slave tattooed above her clit and the waxer paled.He paced in his house. The box on the counter was staring at him. He'd measured her. She is not wheatish but an average colour. So let me come to the story now.On an average day after returning from Bangalore, my mom had the guilt to face me on what happened in Bangalore with those two men krishna and dass in that cheap hotel. She just became my slave on whatever I asked for. I never went to have sex with her and was not so keen to urge myself into it because this slut is always mine and will be under me. As days were going dull and grim my moms earning were not enough to meet. She saw her Mom hanging on to me and said she was cool if i was. We get in the back of the truck and start to have some real fun. These are small women and I am 6'3" tall and it is dark so i can't really tell who is doing what but I'm liking it. I had also been in several threesomes before twice with two girls so i was no rookie. But MOM/DAUGHTER, what the fuck, I was soon able to tell the difference because Mom was the better cock sucker and Ellie had the tighter pussy (by a cunt hair). We go. I sleepily looked at the alarm clock on my beside table, it read 3:47. I turned and gazed at my sleeping husband. He looked so peaceful. I smiled, feeling the love I have for him swell inside me. The moonlight shown through our window blinds, casting a glow on Kevin' partially covered nude body. He looked so sexy laying there and I became aroused. I wanted him so badly but I didn’t want to wake him. I gently eased the sheet away from his body until his beautiful cock was exposed. I gazed at him.