Then she had gone to Zariff and was captured and sold to Khadeem. Though she had hated the thought of being enslaved, was furious of the thought, Khad...eem had taken the wind out of her sails by marrying her. Albeit she hadn’t wanted to have anything to do with him, during the two weeks that the wedding was being prepared she found her animosity disappearing. Call her weak, she didn’t care. Khadeem had actually seemed to find her attractive and she had soaked it up like a flower does a spring. Here is your coffee,” she said before kissing me. I was spooned with Andy, her delicious ass pressed hard into my crotch. I stretched, bumping her and she stretched, too, rolling to press her breasts into me.“Morning, sweetheart,” Andy whispered, kissing me on the lips. She struggled up and headed to the bathroom. Julie was asleep on the far side of the bed. I nudged her with my foot. Her eyes popped open as she tried to determine where she was and remember how she got there.“Davy,” she. Then he did it. I hardly felt anything at all. He almost just pressed it against me, just enough to pop the head in, then back out. He did this again a few more times. Why can’t the little fucker just jam it in, take a few pumps, explode, then be done? Is that so hard? I was on the pill so it didn’t matter if he shot or not. He started going a tiny bit deeper. Then back out completely. Over and over again he did this. It was a gentle fuck, though. He wasn’t being mean, rough. He wasn’t going to. Early morning at 7, I got a knock at my door, and when I open the door was surprised to see a 7-year-old kid, telling me “Good morning mamaji, mummy and papa are calling you in the room” it was Shalini’s son Harsh. I was happy to see him all grown up, and asked him the room number and told him I will be there in 10 minutes.I reached their room, and rang the bell, Shalini’s husband Amit (whom I address as jiju) opened the door and I greeted him good morning, and jiju invited me into the room,.