Would she be free to go home, to see the smiles of her parents?She quickly realized her reflections were too soon. Sister Agatha ascended the steps, ...holding a wide rimmed chalice with both hands. ?Are you ready for a drink, Master??The benefactor smiled. ?Indeed I am, Agatha.? He leaned back onto his knees, revealing his wet and limp cock. He grabbed the chalice and sipped from it lightly, then tilted it further and further back until he was gulping the entire thing in one giant swig. The. My nipples hardening through my bra, twisting them lightly. I moan start rubbing my hands over my sexy body, grabbing my cubby stomach as my hands slip down to my covered pussy. Rubbing it, feeling myself already wet through my panties.Suddenly I look at the viewer count and its already passed 200! I couldn't believe so many men were watching me already, so turned on I ask if they are ready for a naughty show. I see the chat blow up, calling me a dirty slut, whore, fucktoy..only making my pussy. I just put a little kiss on her navel which she didn’t notice as she was so busy with suit case. As her saree pallu was down I could only see her perfect breasts bottom view which was not allowing me to see her face. During this my hands slipped over her hips and she slipped down in my hands such that her breasts were on my face. Both of us got imbalanced and fall off on the bed aside, she falling over me and my face buried in her cleavage. She got up and shies away in other direction showing. I’d fucked him over and over that night, at least half a dozen times. Since then I’d followed the advice I’d heard the older men of my family give me many times: I’d kept him in a dark room, in a nest of blankets, keeping him warm with my body. They’d told me not to do anything with him sexually, but I found instinctively that I only wanted to comfort him. I’d fed him rare meat- lots of it, his appetite was incredible. On time-honoured instructions, I gave him heavy cream mixed with my cum,.