It was the owner of the motel who was leasing the room to her. An old man, slightly stalky, and short. His green eyes, gentle and compassionate as he ...was. Especially towards Amara. There was something about him that she had always admired, maybe his knowledge, but she could never be sure. He looked quite wise, but she had never had a conversation with him long enough to know if her assumptions were true. She made her way toward the door, glancing in the mirror on the wall to make sure she. She knew my mistress's wife and, once I had beendrugged with a suspiciously well-cooked meal, took the necessary actions.These actions, considering my sins, were felt to be far too lenient. Mywife felt I was truly not even fit to be the slave of a mistress who wasslave to another mistress, but for the moment this was the best thatcould be done. Consider the fates of my mistress and I:My Mistress:-Tiny and weak compared to her wife and her new boyfriend. My mistressunder four feet tall, her wife. ..please finger fuck my ass while you suck me...Oh Gods please don't stop.." I tell her, trying not to sound like I was begging her.But that's a lie. I was begging her like my life depended it. I didn't want her to stop, I needed to feel her mouth on my cock and her finger deep in my ass."Ok," she replied. "But let's just make this a bit easier."She rolled over to turn away from me and reach over on her night stand to get a tube of lube she had there. She squirted a glob on her finger and. She never had any bf, I never had any other girl in my life. Like this our story went we enjoyed like that so many days we were only oral.After she completed ug our parents decided for her marriage. I was worried I said that we shall leave house and get married and live separately. But she didn’t agree and said not to hurt parents. I cried so much,and mean while her match got fixed and got married. We talked very few those days.They lived in a different city. After one month of her marriage,.