Lying on the bubbles are rose pedals sprinkled across, you help me in the tub and guide me down. Getting comfortable as you gently wash me, your hands...massage my aching legs. You start at my toes working down to my calves slowly you make your way to my thighs, slowing down as your hands do my inner thighs. My legs part open as your hands get closer to my pussy, I sigh as your fingers trace over my lips parting them open I feel your finger glide against the insides of my pussy. Rolling over my. )Now let me tell you about my father. He was a womanizer. My father was sexually active, and I got to know this from his WhatsApp. He had a mistress in Goa, and he visited quite a lot in his business name.That was my plan. My father needed a pussy, and Sumit’s mother needed a dick, so I was planning to seduce them.My father came and settled down, met Sumit and his mother. Now her boobs were coming out of her blouse, with too much cleavage show. The saree showed the proper shape of her ass. My. Once that was done I looked at myself and decided that I was looking great. I resumed my position on the floor, waiting for my mistress to arrive home. I heard the door open and she was coming down the hall into the living room when she saw me she was laughing which made me more humiatied. She orders me to serve her dinner while she went to the bathroom. I had made lasagna her favorite meal. She came back to the table and she sat down and grabbed my leash forcing my head to the floor while. I went to sleep wondering if this is what Glen meant when he told Mom he was going to make a Man of me. The next day we walked deeper into the woods and finally spied a deer. It was a large 4-point buck. Glen took aim and shot it, bringing it down. He slit the throat and drained it, of its blood immediately, and together with great effort, we hauled it back to camp. There we strung it up, skinned and gutted it and one of the men being a butcher cut it up and stuck it in a freezer in the back.