Hello there readers of ISS, here I believe you got the gist of what is coming ahead of you. So before diving into the story, some honorable mentions. ...My name is Swarupa and my hero – my father-in-law’s name is Rajendra. His tool is around 6 inches that’s the reason he made me his slave. Coming to the story, my husband Rakesh and I got married a few months ago. It was an arranged one. Due to the death of my mother-in-law within a few days of our marriage, my father-in-law couldn’t effectively. Each woman pulled a separate cheek away exposing my crack and my mistress leaned forward to smooth my behind. After all areas they could reach were hairless, my mistress stood up and told me to roll over. When I did, she sat back down on my chest and the process started over. As the ladies moved above my waist, my mistress moved to pin my head between her thighs. My chest was shaved next and underarms, the ladies told my mistress to move back to my chest which she turned and did. My face. Bu-but good.." I told him, he kept licking until he started prodding his tongue against my sensitive hole and moaning "Aagh! Oh fuck.. Oh fuck!" I bit my lip, grunting as he kept going, his hands on my arse and his tongue pushing into my hole, it felt wrong but so fucking good! I looked down and realised I was dripping precum, so much precum."You wanna try something more, son?" I heard from behind me, then he went back to licking and prodding my hole "M-more?" I asked, I wasn't sure at first. I was becoming increasingly worried about our future together -- if indeed there was to be one at all.My reverie was interrupted by a ringing phone. I walked down the hall to the washer and dryer, next to which the basement phone had sat forever. I hadn't heard the sound of a rotary dial phone in years. I'd forgotten how clunky they looked. You could even still see on the wall the spot when the old 4-prong connector had been mounted, before the phone company had converted everything a few years.