I was bought up by a priest father and a housewife mother in a very conservative way, I grew up wearing half sarees, studying in a girls school/Colleg...e, never interacting with boys etc. I was 20 years old and just out of college when my parent fixed my marriage with a business man named Krishnan. My husband Krishnan was 12 years older than me, he was a business man from Chennai who had his roots in my town. The marriage happened in a month’s time.Like every other newly married woman, I was. She giggled and said well I guess I owe you that and pulled her top up revealing those beautiful tits that I had fantasized about. It was my turn to say, "Wow I knew they were great but I didn't know how great". She laughed and said "thank you but I think I had better leave". I said, "I hope you don't mind if I'm nude the next time you come over as I love to have you watch me. Leanne saying, "No problem",made me believe that step 5 would be happening next week. It seemed forever for. She moaned. I kissed her.“No kissing,” she said, “No undue familiarity.”“Sorry Madam,” I apologised, “Shall I fuck you tenderly or shall I use you like a whore?”“Use your discretion Hanson,” she suggested, “After all that is what Butlers are supposed to do.” “Thank you Madam,” I said. “In that case take that you bitch,” I said and I slammed into her.“Not quite what I had in mind,” she laughed, “I would prefer less talking and more effort.”No kissing, no talking, it was like using an Army. Then once they had done it, they moved the anklet to the other ankle.”“Was there meant to be one root band for every guy she had rooted?” she asked, lauging. “I don’t think we had that at Queenwood! Mind you, there are some girls in our year that would have run out of space on their ankles, if it was one for every guy they had sex with!”“Well, I think it was just an urban legend, maybe started when a few of the more promiscuous girls in our year all started to wear anklets. Anyway, let me get.