But I wanted to take it slowly.This routine continued for a few days. She stopped wearing a bra to bed!! One day my mom had to attend some puja at one...of our relative’s place. I refused to go as I get bored in such meets.Even Kirti said she doesn’t want to go as she doesn’t know the people there. So my mom left with my brother. I thought this was my lucky day.Kirti was preparing coffee for us. I went from behind and gave her a light hug and wrapped my arms around her. It was routine for us to. It was hard and errect. At erect position her dick was pointing upwards. Not perpendicular to the bed but at 45 degrees towards the up.I opened my eyes to look at it.It was big. Good 7 and a half inch. Circumcised and pink. the tip was glistening with pre cum and the mushroom was prominent. It reached her navel.I said – haath ya muh?She smiled and said – gaand.My whole body shivered in the cold. She cuddled me from behind. I instantly could feel her warm dick against my ass cheek. It was wet. And yet, Cinny was elated about it.Ann was Faith’s next mistress. As they did each night, each slave slept with the next day’s mistress. Faith found herself tied spread eagle to Ann’s bed with clamps on her nipples and clit hood as Ann slept, using one of Faith’s arms as a pillow. Sleep did not come easily because of the dull pain in Faith’s breasts and between her legs, but eventually she did drift off.The next day was predictably painful for Faith. More to the point, it was predictably. Mrs. Rourke and I crept away quietly and could scarce whisper to ourselves about what we had just witnessed before we found ourselves among others and were perforce required to stop. We were near what was called the bunkhouse, where the male staff had their rooms and kitchen, and several of the men invited us to lunch with them. Curious, we made our way inside, to find Jenny and Charity serving a hot luncheon in the dining area attached to the large kitchen. Most of the men came in, to wash and.