Her blouse dipped elegantly to suggest the top of the slope of her generously large soft breasts, which were barely contained by a soft cotton bra. Th...e slope of her large breasts even in a bra and blouse only heightened the natural divine beauty that she possessed and had passed on to her children. Her beautiful, fair skinned rounded arms were folded regally under her bosom.Her sari barely hid her rounded full waist that showed her full life and scant regard for skin and bone concept of womanly. Did you ... um ... make me do anything last night?" Like what?" I asked innocently.She took a deep breath. "Sir, please! I can't remember! You put me to sleep, and I can't remember! Did we ... uh ... did we... ?" You told me that you didn't WANT to remember. You didn't want to KNOW. Do you remember saying that?"She stared into her cup. "Yes, sir. I remember that. That's the LAST thing I remember, though."I used the tip of my finger under her chin to lift her eyes to mine. "And I, ever the. You open the door and scoop me up in your arms and carry me in. As the door closes you lean in and kiss me softly on the lips. As we’re kissing, you bring me to the bed and gently place me down. Our kisses get more passionate and our tongues dance around in our mouths. You break the kiss and start kissing my cheek, down to my neck as I let out soft moans. My fingers are running through your hair as you kiss slowly down to my breast. Your hand goes up my shirt and unclasps my bra. Your other. I felt the soft pressureof a cock at my lips and I parted them, eagerly, my tongue searching for it. Hemaneuvered it into my mouth and I began sucking, licking it, coaxing it toharden, which? it did, slowly, filling upmy mouth and into the back of my throat. The man smelled different from myMaster, tasted different, but even that difference turned me on. My Master wasright, as always; we had grown too comfortable in our pleasant little life,safe and sound in our snug little home. I had grown.