She was either at work or at a meeting. From time to time one of the children would mention she and Mr. Geitner (her boss Timothy) had been out to sup...per or to some social function. I never got any response to my questions and was beginning to worry. Finally I was released from active duty and allowed to return home. I was so happy and excited. I phoned the children and told them to have their mother pick me up at the airport and to be safe I e-mailed my flight number and arrival time. I. I didn’t care about measurements back then. All I did was look at her white bosoms whenever she was cleaning the house. I knew the exact timings, once in the morning and once I’m the evening. I would watch the cleavage, go home and masturbate thinking of her. This started as a harmless attraction in my teenage. I would sneak into their bathroom and sniff her dirty panties and bra. The smell still gives me a high.She got pregnant in the first year of marriage. I noticed her boobs and ass got a. Takira was unable to see.?Goodbye, Takira, I enjoyed training you. You were one of a kind.? Senshi said sadly. ?I’ll miss you too, Miss Senshi.? The slave girl replied. Despite the usual trouble between the teacher and her pupil, they had mutual respect.Then she inserted the ear plugs. The slave girl was unable to hear or see. Her teacher attached a leash and guided her slave to a big auction chamber. On each side of the walls, there was a large television screen. It was good day; there were a. "Thanks."Suddenly she said, "Stop! Baby, stop for a second. Aaaahhhh!" What? What? Is something wrong?" I want to see your face."Quickly we moved into deeper water, till we were up to our shoulders. Then I moved her up against a handy ladder, where she sat and spread her legs wide, and looked into my eyes. She slipped her arms around my neck as I slipped inside her again and started moving. Just as quickly she dug her nails in my back."Oooohhh, shit. Shit! Ooohhh, shit! Baby, you the. Ahhh! You.