Bhabbhi ek ko hath me leker dekhne lgi to m haran rah gya kya najara tha ek chhoti se dori thi jo chut ko b nhi cover sakti thi or pichhe ek patli si ...dori jo gand me hi shma jaye . Ye sab dekhker mera haalat kharab hoti ja rahi thi . Lund pant se bahar aane ko tadap raha tha mera precum nikal raha tha control kerna muskil ho raha tha. Bhabhi meri or smile kerte hue boli colour to tum select ker lo. Maine red or black select kerke de di.Bhabhi unhe pack kerne ko bol di or mujhse kahne lgi tumhe. He was so steady under the possible threat of personal harm, but we were all lucky Robbie and his friend weren’t carrying weapons.Why did he do that, he has money, lots of money? Maybe this was just a scare tactic ... well, it worked!I got up, to use the bathroom, and ordered some Chinese food. I did not want to cook!He was up when I walked back into the room, with arms outstretched. We started a tight long hug, and it turned into an easy comfortable kiss between mother and son.“Don’t worry,. The intensity of my gasps and sighs alleviated as a lady decided to block my view using her attractive smile, I stood up and we exchanged formal greetings. She introduced herself as my immediate neighbor, I cursed my unreasonable office timings which leaves me no time to check out a pretty woman living next door. Her name was Mala Sree, she insisted that I should go with her for a dosa at the famous MTR restaurant after she finishes her squats. My thoughts were confused and shattered, somehow. She’d told me that she intended to ‘un-man’ me. I’d never heard the term before and could only conclude that she meant I’d be psychologically castrated. Subjugated to her Goddess-like rule. A rule that included corporal discipline and service to her and others. I could only aspire to serve her in some sort of permanent position.In my vivid imagination, I didn’t see us as ‘Mistress’ and ‘Slave’ - this seemed to role-playingly phony. I saw us, I guess, as husband and wife. Submissive husband and.