I could hear Mom grunting with the effort until, with a final wriggle of her tush, her asshole was completely empty of my spunk.Mom was peering at me ...upside down from between her legs. "Is that it, hon?"Holding the beaker up to the light, I nodded. "Yeah, Mom. I think so."In my hand was a full measuring beaker. Filled to the brim with my spunk. Spunk, that a moment ago, had been up her ass.*"We're not finished," I told her as she got off the bed and began to tug down her leather skirt. Her. Wise, I used to be Walter. Now I'm Sinthia, I had an even worsechange. Can I have a talk with Marjorie? If you don't want me, I'll gohome and you can forget that I ever asked."Mrs. Wise smiled at me. "No dear, I'm sure Marjorie would like to talkto you. I know that you shunned her, but you haven't been cruel to her.Her best friends didn't even bother to call on her. She has beendepressed for so long now, I'm glad that someone is here to see her,even if the reason isn't motivated by compassion. He instructed me to suck his prick. Tell me son what could I do?? I feared for my life. If he killed me no one would raise an eyebrow. This was rural Rajasthan. Women had no rights!!So I did what he told me to do. I became his slave. Later he climbed over me and fucked me as if I was his wife. After he was satisfied he put on his clothes and stumbled back to his bed where he normally slept.This went on for several months and his fucking me became a routine affair. Frankly I also got used to it. He was sucking my nose like anything and slowly he caressed my crotch with his hands I was undressing his t shirt and boxers and I was sucking his nipples like calf milking a cow he was moaning high and highHe then came towards my crotch and removed the towel to see the tower, it was a black and white combination, my black cock in his pink hand, white hand and I was so eagerly waiting to see my guy between his pink lips, yes that happened he started to kiss my young guy and lick him gently and.