” said Priyanka and left Monica alone to dream about Aman some more.AFTER THE COOKING CLASSAman was standing in his boxers and sported big hard on. ...Komal bhabhi was in the kitchen and Aman was standing just behind her. Komal wore a half sari and Aman’s hands were fondling her breasts from behind and kissing her back and neck while she prepared dinner.“Mmm…Come on bhabhi…Dinner can wait!” whispered Aman into her ear.“Not today darling! Raj will be bringing home guests in an hour and I have to. About 5 minutes later I heard the otherservants taking their seats at the dining table and began to chat witheach other."So where's the sissy boy who likes to wash and iron?" Yea, I can't wait to see how she looks in one of our dresses!" Shhh, you girls keep your voices down, I don't want to get her workedup any more than she allready is. "Ok my dear, you can serve us." Withtears filling up my eyes I took a deep breath and grabbed the shinysilvery tray full of pasta and sauce and backed my way. I walked over to a window and looked out---fuck, Im in a fucking castle. And the crown prince ?? Oh my fuckin god. I glance down at my pants—flowing like the door guard, and made of some material like guaze—didn hide much, virtually see through. I grin a bit—at least I still got that big dick. Reaching around and scratching mt right ass cheek a bit, I felt my hairy ass—thankfull that's still there as well. I have no idea what has happened, or whay I can't seem to remember much—but it does. . mess around in the shower?” Carmen licked her lips while fondling Neda’s ass.“Don’t mind if I do,” I grinned as I groped my ex now.“Here, let us wash you, too,” Neda encouraged me as she caressed me with her soapy hands.“Scott and I are both such lucky bastards, you know,” I smiled as my ... no, our two ladies cleaned me in the shower.“Just you wait until the wedding night, papi! By the way, you know that I’m never getting remarried, right? Never! As far as the Church and I are concerned, I’m.