Read the first part before reading this part. I got a lot of responses for my previous story. Thank you guys for your support. I have made changes on ...the basis of your response. I hope you like this story too.There are conversations in this part which are exchanged in Malayalam and translated it for the ease of understanding.After the incident with the beggar, my lust increased and I started to masturbate thinking the beggar’s cock sliding in and out of my pussy. My grandparents went to the. I get back to my family and briefly mumble, “I’m stepping outside”, quickly grabbing my pack of cigarettes out of my purse; another habit I have that these girls don’t.It’s warm out. I’m standing in a nearly empty beer garden, checking my phone, when I hear the big door slam shut as he emerges. He quickly finds me and walks straight towards me. An overwhelming excitement floods through my body. He quickly grabs me and pushes me around the corner of the building, his tongue invading my mouth as. He should haveknown that she'd ask for this at some point, that the day would comewhen she wanted to be the one being taken care of, and binding her thisway had made him feel things and given him ideas. But it didn't matterwhat he wanted to do. When she babified him, she set the schedule andshe was in charge. When he babified her, he did it according to herschedule and she was in charge. Her control over him was so perfect, socomplete, that she could directly tell him to take care of her when. Then some genius found away to make it perfectly legal and secure a limitless supply of staff. Theinitial investment must have been fairly high, but once established, the moneycame rolling in. Actually it's so simple that one does wonder that no one thought about itbefore. What they did was renting a tropical island. Nothing new, but what'sspecial is that it belongs one of those tiny island nations in the Pacific,who may be independent but doesn't have a dime and few chances of earning any.It.