."?"Like my Pap. He's a 'real Etengara'," I droned sarcastically. "Withall the xenophobia you would expect." Well from what you just said, he's seen a...out the worst this end ofthe galaxy has to offer. That's bound to have some effect." I know," I sighed, a sense of guilt hitting me hard. "We got into thisbig fight, and I was so mad because he didn't 'understand' me. And surehe was being really thick-headed and stupid about the whole d'jarrahthing. But I shouldn't be thinking just about what I. She quickly washed the oil off my back before telling me to turn over. She soaped up my chest and washed my body down before moving onto my cock. She slowly lathered my cock and balls up with the soap with one hand while working her other hand to wash my ass. I couldn't believe that even after the 2 massive loads I had already shot, I was getting hard again in her hands - but I was. She had me place my feet up on the wall with my knees pulled towards my chest. I closed my eyes as she continued. Then, even though she can hear us, without warning give her two red welts on the left side of her ass like the ones I placed on the right."And so it went, for an hour I sat there and talked this up and coming young Dom of the pleasures of owning a slave. I showed him the easiest way to spank a clit, then how to beat it like it owed him money. How nipple clips can be safely fabricated from pieces of wire coat hangers, that the stretching of certain skins can bring both heavenly pleasure and. Always used to wear sarees and occasionally chudidhars and so wasn’t too modern. Her hubby though, looked too old for her, while she was 35, he must have already been 50 years or so but it was she who helped me in settling down in that locality, showing me the essential shops there n all that stuff. Uma introduced me to a friend of hers who lived in the apartments next to ours and knew tailoring. Her name was Shanti. She used to stitch blouses, underskirts, chudidhars, etc. for ladies. Shanti.