Please don’t hurt me. I’m afraid.’ ‘You will do everything I say. Is that understood?’ ‘Yes, Sir.’ ‘From now on you will call me Maste...r.’ ‘Yes, Sir. Yes, Master. Please don’t hurt me.’ ‘I won’t hurt you. I’m not that kind of man . But you will obey me!’ ‘Yes, Master. I will do whatever you tell me, Master, Sir.’ ‘Get undressed.’ ‘Again?’ the girl said. The man laughed, and the girl smiled. ‘Wipe that grin off your face!’ he ordered. ‘I’m sorry, Master, Sir. I’m sorry for being insolent.’ ‘Lie. . . So I slipped my fingers under my bra like this . . . and pulled it up almost to my neck, so that he could see my small tits.” As she was talking, she mimicked her actions and suddenly two apple-shaped bare titties appeared with pink nipples topping them . . . almost like the Hershey candies she had been eating. Uncle Mike just stared at her bare chest, now sporting a FULL or more . . .erection in his pants. Unconsciously he reached down and manipulated his shaft so that it was not all. ’ It was the most lavish and expensive debutante ball of the season. After two hours of eating and exchanging polite conversation Geneva was able to sneak away to the veranda for a cigarette. The smoke swirled around her head as she exhaled. ‘God, I needed that,’ she mumbled talking to one of the Greek statues. ‘You never looked more ravishing my dear,’ the statue replied. Geneva took a step back and stared at the white figure. Slowly from behind the statue a man emerged with a huge smile on. It is a hardcore fact. As readers would know I am Kavitha, happily married with a kid. My hubby has gone up in hierarchy in his career and so has our home. And currently his tours for his sales career have gone up. He is almost out 20 days in month, which leaves us with very less quality time to spend with each other. And he too realizes it and tries to compensate that when he is at home. I always have the habit of going for walks and runs to keep myself fit. It is good. Ladies please take this.