.or lust? After all, she was a woman too.I chose to believe that she must have felt attracted. Did she touch me? That night, I fantasized about her in... a full-fledged way, while slept in the adjacent bedroom with dad, systematically stripping her of her blouse, her saree, her bra, her petticoat and finally her panty. I could clearly visualize her nude body.I imagined doing all kinds of things to that body and finally invading her cunt with my cock and pumping vigorously. I came explosively that. At least until Eve turned it all upside down," I added.By this time we had reached the party and Grace began introducing me to any guests I did not already know. I remembered most of them, as I had been born and raised in the town. I had lived there until April of the previous year. I received a lot of comments about my hair cut, my tan, and my new build. I lost count of how many times I was asked where I was living and what I was doing. I tried to respond patiently each time. I pretty much. I had a normal job with a little stress but nothing over whelming. She had her own job that she really did not need. She kept working just so she could get a discount and not get bored. But all of that changed last New Year’s Eve. It all changed because for my Christmas present, I asked to be her slave for a year.We had played sexual games in the past. Sometimes she would capitulate and give into my desires to be submissive. Sometimes she just felt horny and wanted sex on her terms. When I embraced him he closed the door while kissing me and then his hands explored my entire body, starting with my ass and then moving up to caress my breasts. My nipples were already rock hard when he boldly cupped them and he noticed that my heart was racing. I didn’t have to say anything, my body betrayed how far was willing to go and he knew it. When he put his hand up my skirt and touched my pussy through the fabric of my panties I nearly had an orgasm right there and I pulled my blouse.