It started when I was 17. I was in 11th grade and I was living at this point of time in a middle sized town in India. My brother had left to college, ...so I was living alone with my dad. A new maid called jayamma had just joined our household and used to live in what was called the servant quarters, A small room outide the house in the backyard. She was in her early forties, a widow with two children. Her elder son had left to the middle east to work there and the younger daughter was working as. Being asleep his hole was loose and my cock slid right in. Pushing in slowly I drove balls deep figuring this would wake him, and it did. He moaned and pushed back, fuck yes daddy, fuck me daddy, he said as I slowly started to fuck him. What a way to wake me up daddy. I did not even feel you on me till the head of your dick popped into my ass, he said. You just lay there and enjoy boy, stay nice and loose for daddy so I can fuck you deep and nice, I said. We fucked for 15 minutes as he just. As he looked around again, he spied his saddle bags up against the wall beside a stack of firewood, and realised he was sitting on a contraption made of wood and his cloak – a sledge, of sorts. It triggered his memory, and he gasped. The wolves, being thrown from his horse ... where was Leliana?As if thinking her name was some sort of magic, she appeared in the entrance to the cave, her sodden red hair shadowed by the fire behind her. “You’re awake!” The relief in her voice was obvious. “Thank. Dexter knew it meant more than just wearing a costume. It was for the benefit of Art Russell. He heard Art was going to be wearing a tuxedo at the company Halloween party they were on their way to.Once there, Marsha spent more time with Art than she did with Dexter. When she danced with Art, their costumes made them look like a married couple. Art had divorced his wife, and it was final just last month.The party was going full tilt. Marsha finished dancing with Art when Dexter walked up to him..