He walked over to the large bed, which was draped with a canopy of linen. Master Paul sat on the bed and moved the pillows to prop his self upon. He s...pread his legs and looked at Isabella as she stood there, satchel open, and not sure what to do. She looked so beautiful, he thought. He desired Isabella more than he had any woman. But since she was an employee of his, he had to curb those desires. He would watch her as she did her chores, never allowing her to see him. The short uniform she wore. Her name is udaya 27 years old and I she was still single. We had a age gap of a decade. She lived with her parents who were old and they were asleep by the time I went. She works at home. She sells sarees and dresses. She has a separate room for that.I knocked the door and no response. I opened the door and went in, she was in the bedroom. The light was on and I went in there and called aunty. She was over there talking to another lady who was her customer, she saw me and said two minutes. Sam was certainly in a wash lately, her feelings constantly in turmoil. She and Freddie were exceptionally close nowadays, but despite everything that Sam wanted, it never really went much past friendship. He helped her through school, helped write her admissions essay, and even gave her as much SAT help as he could. It was clear that Sam wanted Freddie and why, but she could never really understand why he was so focused on making sure she could continue to chase after him. For Sam, college. "Feed me, Stacy," my voice was almost a squeak. "Feed me your sweet milk." "Ungh huh," was about all she responded, "ungh huh."I felt her release her breasts and pull my face hard against her tits, forcing her nipple into my mouth as far as she could. "Ohhh, drain my tits, Alan. Drink 'em dry."If I could have I would have fed on her forever, but I felt myself getting ready to explode in an orgasm and pushed her backward. I wanted her groin meshed against mine and my cock straight up inside her.