After 2 days I again called Sumitra and told her that I would fuck her in my office today she came on due time wearing that same tight saree. I took h...er to my office where i put on the dimmed light. She came near to me and started kissing me as she was hungry for a man. I made her drink some whisky and they started taking off her saree and pooped out her sexy boobs from her blouse and started fondling her and started licking it. I then made her fully nude taking off her petticoat as she was not. ‘Roberta, what you think?’ Maria asked. ‘When that little boy, what was his name, Tyrone? When that boy wanted to take you to the Sweetheart Dance, who asked your father, huh?’ ‘You did,’ Bobbi said and hugged her mother tightly. ‘This might be a little different, though,’ Maria warned. ‘This boy’s white, right? And he did call you…’ ‘Five years ago!’ Bobbi protested. ‘You know your father,’ Maria said. ‘An elephant! Never forget nothing! Oh, except the anniversary. Or my birthday? That, that. Only sensation of orgasm was left there on the tip of my clit. Resistance was gone. There was no need to pace except to hear a rhythm in the work. He let me suck him and work myself wet before I placed the metal tube between my legs. He moved the pajamas lying in the view of the mirror and watched my soft expression take him. Reaching for my hair he gathered it and shoved me harder and then harder down to the groin.I lost my thought again. With intent I focused on the swelled clit in my hand. Each boy's room had a TV and a computer on the Net. It had been decided not to restrict channel access or Internet site access. The boys' public personas were more important to address than their private pursuits. Drug and alcohol use were the key exceptions to that. After dinner and the supervised cleanup, the boys were happy to retire to their rooms.Putting the boys in separate rooms was another tactical move. Although there were some significant personality differences, they had always fed.