The openness started when we are in shatabdi towards delhi, she started flirting me and asked me to count moles on her body as she has many moles. So ... started counting which are visible and then she mentioned that there are more, do you want count them also? I say, yes, then come to C7 the couch next to our couch which was completely empty. We didn’t go but our flirting continued like touching etc.Finally, she taken by hand and put on top of her thighs and start rubbing, I was trying to take. She went a step further and looked at his pants. There was that rip again. It was always in the crotch area. She went into his room and looked at all his shorts and jeans. The rip was on all his clothes.Natasha was imagining that her son had a monster-sized cock. She would have to accidentally walk into the bathroom when he’s showering to get a look at him naked. She would make up some excuse and check his body out.She wondered if he was bigger than her husband. Her husband’s dick was on the. .. moving itwith expertise. While she was doing this, she started to whack me off with herexpert hands, making me release my load on the latex condom, whilst she wasstill fucking my butt with the plug.After my orgasm, my Mistress kept raping my ass with the plug, moving itin and out and not letting me gasp for air, keeping me in a supreme level of pleasure. Suddenly,she left it in, as deep as possible, and she took my gag off. She kissed meintensely.?You are my slave. Youmust do anything I tell. .Not the point, I reminded myself. This was not about finding an 'aunt' for Lorraine. This was about filling the second floor with pretty willing young fuck toys. It was about carnal pleasure not emotional commitment. I wanted the boys. I did not need them.That kind of shit was right the fuck out.It occurred to me that I was at home, alone, thinking about the boys when they were all a room or two over and waiting to be fucked.I got out of the pool to find that one of them had taken my clothes,.