Passionate Encounter With A Desi Housewife

The kids climbed in first to their seats, then Master Nathan helped slave maryanne to her seat. He could even feel something growing in the pit of his stomach, something primal, causing his hips to roll on their own. Say the words.”
“I consent…” she whimpered. A good Master is mindful of his slaves’ comfort.” He tugged on slave maryanne’s leash, and she lowered herself down onto all fours, like she had been the previous night. “Go on…” she hesitantly instructed her father. But, now it’s your turn – if you wish to consent to the game, that is?”
Sandy chewed her lip, glancing at everyone’s expectant faces, before climbing onto the bed. “Do you consent to the rules of the game, Sandy?” Master Nathan asked her. Discretely acknowledging her owner, the slave let her fingers tease the crease of her son’s hip, which had been exposed as he had wriggled, and both Master and Mistress smiled seeing the teen’s hips responding to the stimulation.