A lioness in the office

Before I left, I told my mother, "Oh, you are different, these girls, if you tie a saree like this and change it to a pottachi, now their boobs are starting to throb. If you tie a saree like this, these girls are the right girls. No, my dear, when they are full, talk to them like this and call them pottachi, see how these girls' boobs throb. If you ask Andy if you are a pottachi, even if he says no, his boobs will throb and dance and say yes, we are pottachi." I said Andy, "Is that right?" and looked at my mother-in-law jokingly. He also said yes and said that his boobs were throbbed. Mother and daughter laughed together.

Mother, from now on, we should make a law that a saree is the right dress for girls. I said, "Just like that, everyone should call me Pottachi from now on," and smiled at my father-in-law. Mom, the more we tease these Ampils, the more they will get angry. If we tease them like this, they will get angry. They will beg me to tease them more and fall at our feet. I have always understood all this. That's why my father and son are now falling at my feet, saying, "My destiny is my destiny." Now you too can play with them. They won't get angry, they will beg me to tease them more and fall at our feet like slaves, happy.

No matter how much I gave him to my mother, he still preferred me. Since my mother still goes to work, he is the only one left at home. My husband and I will go to work and return in the evening. My husband usually goes in his father's old car, ties a dhoti and goes out alone. I still go on my bullet bike, wearing a dress and going out alone. I arrive first in the evening. At that time, my father-in-law, at home, would tie a saree, put on flowers and do all the decorations like a wife waiting for her husband to come. As soon as I arrived, he would act like his husband and she would act like a bride to me.

As soon as I came in, as soon as I went and sat down on the sofa tired, he would come and take off my sandals and wipe them with his forefoot. Then he would bring me coffee and give it to me, and while I was drinking, he would sit down and hold my leg. He would drink the leftover coffee like a cup of tea that I would deliberately leave a little bit, and he would make those brothers drunk.

Sometimes, as usual, when my husband's car stops running (I have told him many times to buy a new car, but he won't change it, saying that it is a very expensive car, father and son), I will go and fetch him, and then since he is wearing a dhoti, he will sit behind me with his legs crossed on the side of the house like a bomb. I will also tell him that everyone is going to make fun of him and ask why you are behaving like this outside. He will say to him, "Let anyone tell me anything they want, I like this, you just take me with you." They will only see some small jokes on the way and make fun of me. I will also bring him back laughing inwardly.

After a few months of fatigue, once when the elder one could not get well, we used that as an excuse and shaved his mustache. Then one day, as he liked, we tied a sari to him and took him out of the house. Whenever they came out in a pot, their pussy would be very excited and make us happy. Understanding that, we also made it a habit, we would take them out like that often so that no outsiders would suspect.

One day, my mother and I took them both to a women's clothing store in a pot. Until that day, they would only wear clothes that we had made and worn. Today, we bought them new clothes for the first time. You should see how embarrassed they were before they bought them. It was very funny. They had bought all the women's clothes, including new bras and panties, and even bought beauty products. When they called them "fuckers" and "fuckers" in front of the girls working in the store, they had a hard time getting their pussy inside them and couldn't control it. My mother and I enjoyed it so much that we covered our mouths and laughed. It was a shame to see them. It was very funny to see her struggle to keep her sari from showing her panties, as her pussy was coming out of her panties.

When we got home that night, we joked that we were going to wear new dresses, thinking, "You girls, you're going to wear new clothes." That day, her pussy was bigger than I had ever seen. We took good care of her.
Now, both of them are relatives who often visit our house.They have become accustomed to the women next door and the aunts opposite. That's why now, even in the morning, they have started running around and putting on all kinds of costumes at the door. On the terrace of the house, they show off all their clothes. We stand next to them and give them authority, and the aunts next door laugh at everything.

We take them to the market street, on the aunts' track, and make them sit on the back of our bikes. If we see people we know, we stop and talk to them for a while. We laugh to ourselves when we see them scared and wondering if they know what happened to our sisters. Then, when we get home, we tell them stories and make fun of them. That night, they satisfy us well in their beds.

Sometimes, we go to some family events dressed as my husband and my father-in-law as a bombshell. Then we change it and go with my husband as a bombshell and my father-in-law as a bombshell. They also act like real bombs when they come to Bombshell Trace - we think they'll just throw the real bombshell at them.

To keep us from getting bored, we would occasionally let them lick our vaginas when we were all together. When we licked our vaginas, we wouldn't take off our clothes. They would just go inside our skirts and lick them. We would keep our vaginas well-groomed, which they really liked. They would lick us for hours.

They would say that even though we cleaned our vaginas well, they would still smell a little urine. They really liked that. Before going inside our skirts, they would take off our panties and put them on their thighs and look at them. Then they would lift their cocks and fuck them. They would just go and lick them, and we would just feel good, and we would climax many times. When they come out, their entire bodies will be anointed with our holy water, and they will lick it with their tongues in front of us, and we will have another chance to get inside, and if we tell them to, they will go inside immediately.

Sometimes we will change our partners and have fun - my husband will lick his mother-in-law's pussy, my father-in-law will lick my pussy, but then they will come out and look at us proudly as if they have achieved something, and we will laugh. But apart from that, my husband has never allowed me to have any sex with my mother or my father-in-law, and he has never been naked (I have been naked in front of my husband, my mother, and my father-in-law, but it has never been the other way around). But my father and son will always be naked in front of us, and we will enjoy watching them like that.

Once, when my husband was licking my pussy, I couldn't control myself and started urinating. I tried to pull his face out, but he wouldn't let me, and kept licking his pussy. I said, "Oh, if you don't come out now, I'll piss on your face." He said, "That's what I've been waiting for," "Put your piss in my mouth," and so on. I said, "You filthy slut," and so on. He said, "I've drunk that white girl's piss before." At first, I didn't like it at all, but she insisted on making me drink her piss. Then I got used to it. I drank her piss, and drinking your piss didn't matter to me. I should have given you your piss to drink, "Put your piss in my mouth." I will drink it without leaving a drop. I also had no other choice, so I peeed in his mouth. I was surprised to see him drinking it happily.

Even more surprising, he went and proudly told his father about it, and he came to me and said, "I am your first slave, I am longing for that privilege." I thought, "Oh my, this is new, it's like they are fighting over some small piece of candy, it's like they are fighting over my urine, they are falling at her feet like a goddess to drink the urine of such a small, small, small person."

Okay, Vaidi, but I won't let you use that as an excuse to make me lust for my penis, I will close my eyes, if that's okay, drink my urine, otherwise I will go and live with your relative's mother. He said, "No, first I want to drink your urine, then I will drink it from my relative's mother." Okay, Vaadi, I blindfolded him in front of my mother and anointed his face with urine. He also enjoyed it and drank it. Then he felt happy in front of me as if he had achieved something.

Especially since my mother got a new slave, she has become very active now. She has started treating her relative's uncle very badly now as she pleases. She has started humiliating him by saying, "Lick my pubic hair, go away, Vaadi, come and lick my pubic hair and drink my urine that is stuck to it" in front of me. She too blushed and ran like a goddess, knelt down in front of her, licked her pubic hair, licked the urine that was stuck to it and drank it. It's a pity for me, but he drinks it with such devotion, as if he has received some divine nectar. Sometimes, my mother, in front of me, performs urine abishekam on him. It's very disgusting to see him licking the urine flowing from his vagina with his tongue. When we ask him, he says that he does it voluntarily, so we don't notice anything.

My father-in-law, who has already drunk my mother's urine and performed abishekam, is now shamelessly kneeling at my feet and begging me. He wants my urine abishekam back. Okay, come and stand, I'll perform my urine abishekam on him next time. Seeing this, my husband competes with his father and comes to drink my urine. I don't want to fight either.
I say, "You are a fat dog," and both of them slap me in the face with my urine. The father and the son compete and drink my urine, letting all the urine flow out, licking it with their tongues, and my mother and I laugh at it in mockery.

This old man has started drinking urine from his relative's mother every day, and my husband has started drinking my urine. If both of them don't drink my urine at least once a day, then this day must be a bad day for them.

But generally, outside, in the company, we behaved like everyone else, like a good husband and wife. Similarly, my mother and father-in-law behaved like good relatives. Outside, I would give a lot of respect to my husband and father-in-law. We both worked very hard. We even got big orders. We rose to great heights. Everyone said it was time for my daughter-in-law to come. But I would say that it was only because he came back that I only helped him. I would even fall at my father-in-law's feet in front of everyone.

My father-in-law is a big man in the village, so whenever he goes, everyone stands up and respects him. That respect is now being given to his son. Everyone treats me and my mother with great respect when he goes there. Everyone in the village now has a lot of respect because our company has grown to a large extent, we have employed many people, and we help with village affairs by giving money.

But when I think of the respect my husband and father-in-law show us at home, I laugh inwardly, and we laugh among ourselves. If I wink, they will be embarrassed and bow their heads. When the villagers bow their heads to greet us outside, and walk with their heads held high, I feel very proud when they bow their heads in front of me and lie at my feet as soon as I enter the house. The beauty of a lioness' bravery is to subdue and rule the male lions who are the kings of the country.

Then one day, when we were all together, they asked me if I had ever kept anyone as a slave before. To that, I narrated an incident that happened in my life when I was eighteen. (The story of a girl coming to see the groom). Then we went to his wedding, and it was the first wedding that my husband attended as a pottachi groom. The day after the wedding, everyone gathered and had a party. After that, our circle of like-minded friends started to grow. That's why our life is not boring.

Now that I have a child, I can't work much in the office anymore. But I will go there and sit and see how the work is going. My husband and my father-in-law will help me and serve me, pretending to be a celebrity. My husband will always bring me coffee in front of everyone. I will only drink half of the coffee he gives me, and then I will say that it's enough. He will take it and drink the rest as if to test why it's not good. If I say that I want some coffee, what's the point, my daughter-in-law will drink it in front of everyone, and without anyone knowing, he will keep winking at me. I will hit my head jokingly, saying karma, karma. My father-in-law will also serve all the food. Then he would take my plate and wash it.

Everyone would talk about how lucky this woman was to have such a loving husband and father-in-law. We would laugh inside, but as they say, there is a thread of love running through us.

I have a child. My mother has also left her job and is now taking care of our child. As much as I behave respectfully outside, I behave in the opposite way inside the house. There, inside my mother's house, they also play their game. We would leave the child there at mother's house and be happy here for a while. Then, when the child is with us, my mother would be happy with her family. Because we understand each other's desires and go about our lives, our life has also become very happy now.