"We are not done yet slave you would be fucked harder today following your actions tonight"He was shivering already.We reached home and i didn't even ...bothered to change the saree and called directly for my naked husband in the garage. Once he was there i tied him to the chains and applied the clamps."If i ask you for an urination you are no fucking nonce to ask where, you will focus on finding a solution directly, Do you understand?"He answered in a pig's voice "yes Mistress" You will receive. Then I said sorry to her for what happened during the bathing time. She smiled and said its ok. Then I took my hand towards her boobs and started massaging them over the gown. Since I was not able to get an access to her boobs, I askedMe: mom why have u wore this gown. I’m not able to reach your boobsMom: because it is more comfortableMe: mom please do somethingMom: okay you can lift my gown till my boobs.By this suddenly my sadness turned to excitement. I sit on the bed and reached her legs.. She was several years, perhaps a decade younger than Nanny. While Nanny’s body had long since gone soft with chicken wings that I would flap while watching television and breasts that when not confined by a bra would sag like empty balloons to her navel, Miss Ethel was still a handsome woman. And a brazen one as well, from the moment that the late spring sun began to heat the day to a comfortable temperature, she could be found on the folding chair in her back yard…sometimes in a bikini. She. The messages were now lasting a fullhour. Lotion was added to the mix, then later ablindfold. I began to wonder, “Did she want me? Was Ione step away from a wild fuck session? Was she waitingfor me to make a move?” I remembered her warning after Ihad kissed her some months ago. I decided to go one stepfurther. During one massage, I let my hand brush againsther pussy. No reaction. Again I brushed it, harder thistime. Nothing.I pretended it was all part of the routine, my fingerswould.