Desi Hindi Mallu Masala Aunty Collection - Part 8 (1)

“I accept you as my slave,” Master Jeremy replied. “And I give you the slave name, ‘kristi’.” Evidently Jeremy had done a little research into D/s relationships. Hopefully he realized that not everything in the stories on line actually happens in real life. “Now what?” slave kristi asked. She had raised herself up from the prone position and was sitting back on her legs as the four of us were. “Now the slaves prepare supper for us,” Mistress Tracey replied. “And we sit around on the beach waiting for it to get dark so we can watch the fireworks.” Mistress Gloria then asked, “Master Jeremy, would you like a beer?” “Yes, I would, Mistress Gloria,” he replied. “Puddy tat!” Mistress Tracey yelled. “Go get us all some beers. The rest of you start fixing supper.” Slave kristi looked up at Master Jeremy. “Go with them,” he said softly, but firmly. “And help puddy tat bring back the beers.” The four of us– now the five of us slaves– hurried back to the cabin. A few minutes later puddy tat and kristi came back out. They were carrying a bottle of beer in each hand. Kristi stayed several steps behind puddy tat and watched as she dropped to one knee and then held out a bottle, first to Mistress Tracy and then to Mistress Gloria. Kristi mimicked her and knelt to give a bottle to Mistress Sam and then to her Master, Master Jeremy. “You did desi very well, slave kristi,” Master Jeremy said. “Thank you, Master Jeremy,” she replied. “It sounds like you two have done this before,” Mistress Tracey said. Master Jeremy pointed to kristi and she said, “No... we’ve never gone this far. We’ve watched some movies together and once or twice I’ve called him ‘Master,’ as a joke, but this is the first indian time it’s gotten real.” Master Jeremy nodded and then said, “You may go back to the kitchen.” And not only had she not flipped out, but she had written some comments on some of the pages. “Such as?” Asked Hermione, incredulous. Alexis reached around him and turned off the water. “Really? His brown eyes softened and a perfectly curved up smile formed on his lips as I opened the door more to let indian Howard in just as Hannah turn to ask, “Who’s at the do--” She froze as she stood up, “Howie, what are you doing desi here? When she returned, she sat down next to me, as I handed her a bottle, which she started to drink from. “I really do want to meet her now.” Her customers only pay in cash so there is no record of prostitution. She paused for a moment or two before heading back to the front door. Juices trickled down my thighs. I jokingly said, “Thanks, Miss Obvious” and with that I gave her a peck on the cheek and off she went to mingle. relieve himself wasn't but a couple of minits until he was scratching at the door.. He expected Mark to be upset but he did not seem too bothered. Do you understand?” I waited, but he didn't answer. I sucked in a breath, I was wet and horny but I didn't want his dick in me. It felt so small. The third place car, if the guy were smart, would follow the outside car. I wanted to cry happy tears while I watched them, that’s how happy it made me. It was only five minutes before mom got there and since Kaylee knew how her grandma was, she kicked us out of the house before mom was able to see what I was wearing. I thought the guinea pig was a rush order, so we just brought what we could."