The tall grain field showed no marked evidence of weeds in his fleeting memory, so it must have been cared for by someone with an eye to the future. T...his tribe did not look like having an eye on the future, overall, so something was different, relating to plants.It appeared that someone in this tribe had mastered part at least of the art of agriculture, long before conventional wisdom claimed for its introduction. He wondered how this had come about. Was it one individual, or a long tradition. ”Mere dimaag mein Shilpa ki figure ghum rahi thi. Main rukne ke mood mein nahi tha. Maine apna lund nikala aur aunty ko jhukaya aur chusne ko bola. Aunty ne use chusna shuru kiya par unka dhyan Shilpa pe tha. Thoda chusne ke baad woh uthi aur boli, “Raj, thodi der aur wait karo Shilpa jaane hi waali hai.”Kareeb 10 minutes baad Shilpa office ke liye nikal gayi aur fir aunty ne ghar ka main door lock kar diya. Main tab tak saare kapde utar ke bed pe let chuka tha. Aunty room mein aayi aur boli,. Feeling and seeing it made me worried about how it was going to fit inside of me. As I thought about this my conscience shouted from somewhere far away, but it was too far away for me to care what it had to say. It seemed centuries before his hands touched my thighs opening them so he could fit between. He lined himself up gently lifting my hips then slowly he pushed his pulsing tip inside of me. I gripped the fabric around me and let out a loud cry of pain and relieved pleasure.. “Understand?” she said.“Yes, Julie," I said.She told me, that I was to continue calling her Julie, not Mistress, or any of that shit, as everything would need to seem normal, on a day to day basis. But I was to be at her beck and call, whenever she wanted if I knew what was good for me.Julie usually dressed in a tight top and very tight jeans and trainers when she visited, and today was no different.“I’ve seen yours, so its time you see mine,” she chuckled.She stood legs apart and told me to.