Aunty: What I will do?Arun: I want to taste it.Aunty: How dare you tell this?Arun: Sorry Aunty, It is my keen desire since 5 years to drink milk from ...u’r breast.Aunty: No it’s impossible. How I will give my milk to u? Then she go to her bedroom to place the child on the bed. I am following towards her to the bedroom. After placing the child in the bedroom she was coming towards the drawing room. We met front to front. I got hold her hand push her towards the wall of the bedroom. She was trying. Her master did not think she was worthy of a proper name. She was his slave. He owned her body and mind. He did not buy her. She gave herself to him to be his sex slave.She served him and those he would lend her to, in any way they chose to use her. That meant that she did not get out often. When in her master's home, she was kept naked and open for him to use. Sometimes, there would be guests that she would be required to serve, clothed, at least to start. Now there was to be a grand ball.She. It was morecrowded than when I last was in there and way more guys. It was a bithotter too in many ways. The DJ was amazing and played some of my favsfrom Britney to Christina."You're glowing!" Marchesa yelled.I didn't know what she was talking about so I asked."You're dress! It's glowing! Look!"I looked down and my dress was glowing and the glitter was sparking likethe champagne I was sipping. I just felt super confident. A couple ofshirtless waxed chests joined us and started grinding on me.. I heard her breath catch a little as I touched this intimate spot, and I gently moved my fingertip, going in a little deeper. Ashley swallowed, and took a deep, slightly shuddering breath, and said in a whisper, “Why don’t you take them off?” Without speaking, I took my hand out, and slipped both of my hands into the waistband of her panties at her hips, and I slid them down as she lifted her bottom slightly off the bed. She bent her legs to under the blanket to allow me to get them.