" Vanessa answered quietly."Well, then why did she not do what I paid her to do? Don't tell me shemade a few little curls in your hair and took what I... paid her for. I amso mad! Why did she not do what I asked her to do Vanessa?" She did," Vanessa almost whispered."What do you mean she did - I can see she didn't. You have no bangs andyour hair is still dark. I must say those curls are new to you, but I cantell they were done by a girl and not a hairdresser. You tell me what isgoing on now. . He has narrated his story to me during our several meetings. This is a story about how he become a Sugar Daddy of Two familiesMaanvi and Rupali started to give him food every alternate month as he got stomach upset due to outside food for long and on one fine morning when she went there to give him morning Coffee on seeing his erect 9 Inch cock while he was asleep and she was lured into sucking it and then while bathing she fell in bathroom and Montu Kumar treated and helped her and then. He held in his hands a banding device. Small, made of stainless steel, it glittered menacingly under the now-bright lights. He played with it, moving it from hand to hand, making sure the quivering boy never lost sight of it. —To whom do you belong, said the master, finally deigning to address the pathetic mess before him. —to you, master, this slave belongs to you. —And who decides your fate? —you do, master. —That’s right. So if I say I’ve decided you’re to lose your useless balls, what. For this particular outing I had decided to go with a simple outfit that was as sexy as could be, to the point of almost being sluttish. My black lace bra held in place the pair of C-cup size breast forms I had ordered earlier that month and which I could not get enough of. The way they moved and bounced as I walked made me want to wear them all the time, not to mention squeeze them every so often. The rest of my underwear was made up of a tight black g-string that nicely held my man-clit.