”“I've just cum on your satin blouse.” I saw the first stirrings in his cock; even saying the words turned him on. I lifted the front of my blou...se to my mouth and licked.“Your cum tastes so good. I'll have to get some spare blouses if all this cum is going to be flying about.”“I'd like that” said David. I lay on the bed beside him and put my mouth to his ear.“I'll need some silky slips as well” I whispered. I gently stroked his hardening cock. “And stockings, lots and lots of nylon stockings.”. VERY close. Then it happened. She shoved her groin hard back at dad's face, yelping, no screaming out. At the same time she squeezed an iron grip on the cock in front of her, rocking her pussy on dad's face. ''Drink my cum you bastard!', mom shouted as she came. Dad pulled her ass cheeks apart, burying his face as deep as he could and I could hear the slurping sounds as her engulfed her quim. Mom seemed to go from one orgasm to another, her body wracked in their violent throws. I never imagined. It was a quality to the Master that made him truly wonderful. We were his slaves and he could have simply taken pleasure from us and we would have been perfectly happy.The Master was not a shallow man. He thought of himself as weak and feeble compared to most men, which in a physical sense was true. The Master did not have a six-pack, or muscles that bulged out from his skin, he was lanky and without much definition. The Master was strong though; he had nearly everything a man could want and he. They could see a part of my ass checks and also a glimpse of my ass crack too. I was feeling a bit horny showing 6 guys my body and the thought that one is my brother just made me feel hornier. (More such sexy poses will be posted in the next part of the story).After a few such shoots Sharma spoke.Sharma: ok Deepika you are doing great, now let’s see how you would look in under garments. When you become a model you would have to model for under garments too so don’t be shy and hide that.