Her name was Cathy Collins. She was five feet eight with brown hair, gray eyes, and lovely features.The girl was about to leave the room when Ali comm...nded, "Slave, present yourself to me."Startled, the girl stopped and returned to a position in front of Ali. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Clifford. I'm Slave Cathy. I'm the newest person in Slave Cindy's group at the bank."She had put down her tray and now cupped her breasts with her hands, saying, "These are my tits. They are not yet full enough and. He’s so good, Tim. His tongue is so good on my fuck slit.”“Put your thighs on his shoulders, baby. Put your thighs on his shoulders and hump your cunt in his face. Fuck your son’s mouth with your twat, baby. Feed him your fuck juices.”Jennifer didn’t have to be told twice. She put her legs over his shoulders and locked them around his upper back. Then she started humping her son’s face, forcing her own drooling pussy tighter against his face, her slit tighter against his mouth and tongue.Tim. Introducing himself in chant-like, heavily accented English as Rajit Singh, the turbaned officer, with head nodding from side to side, welcomed them. ‘May I have the pleasure of welcoming you to Sahib Peter’s Deepavali Party?’ He seemed almost sad as he continued. ‘Sahib Peter is absent on special business, but he promised to return as soon as possible. He should be here soon.’ At first apprehensive at the strangeness of the situation, the family seemed to relax a little once this unfamiliar. Unfortunately all the suits seemed to cost at least ?100. We had only about ?50 we could afford to spend on one. We were starting to get desperate when we spotted a sign saying 'Suit Sale - Last day, 75% off everything!'We hurried to the shop to find it was a women's clothes shop. Diane stood dithering for a minute outside when we realised then said, "Come on," and led me inside before I could protest. I objected but she was soon taking skirt suits from the racks to hold against me."But Diane,.