Disha: Lactating mom(Kamadhenu cow) - Exploited by Elders - Gold Grade Scene 10*

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Scene 8

I watched through the tinted window as the white BMW carrying Amit and Preeti turned left towards the hotel. The long line of cars with my family—Rajat, Mummy ji, Sumit—followed them.
But we didn't turn left.
The Rolls Royce went straight.

"Tau ji?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. "The hotel is that way."
Tau ji didn't open his eyes. His hand was still resting high on my inner thigh, his thumb pressing into the soft flesh near my crotch.

"I know where the hotel is," he rumbled. "But I changed my mind."
He opened his eyes and looked at me. The hunger in them was raw and terrifying.
"I told Sarita tomorrow night," he said, squeezing my thigh hard. "But after tasting you... after seeing how full you are... I cannot wait for tomorrow. You will sleep with me tonight."
My heart stopped. Tonight?

Panic rushed through me. Not just because of the sex, but because of my grooming. I had planned to take a long bath tomorrow morning. I had planned to shave properly down there. Right now, under my expensive silk panties, I was natural. It wasn't messy, but it wasn't smooth. It was a thick, soft bush.
"Tau ji," I stammered. "I... I am not ready. I mean... I need to shower. I need to prepare..."
"I don't care about perfumes," he cut me off. "I want the natural smell. I want the smell of a mother."
He leaned forward and tapped the glass partition.

"Driver," he commanded. "Take us to the Mansion."
"Yes, Sir," the driver replied instantly.
"And call Ramu," Tau ji added. "Tell him we are coming. Tell him to prepare the Master Suite. I want the oils ready."

The driver nodded and picked up the car phone. "Hello, Ramu? Bade Sahib is coming. Mansion. Twenty minutes. Yes, everything ready."

The Mansion? It sounded big. It sounded like a place where no one could hear you scream... or moan.
Tau ji leaned back and turned to me. He adjusted his dhoti.
"We have twenty minutes," he said, his voice dropping to a low, authoritative growl. "You know what to do. Begin."

I looked at him. "Begin?"
"Make me ready," he ordered, pointing to his lap. "But listen carefully, Disha. Do not make me cum. If you spill even one drop in this car, I will be very angry. Just wake him up. Make him hard for the Mansion."

I had no choice.
I took a deep breath. I moved off the seat and knelt on the plush carpet floor of the moving car. There was plenty of space. It was like a small room.
I reached out and pulled the cloth of his dhoti aside.
He was already half-hard. Thick, heavy, and smelling of musk.
I wrapped my hand around him. He twitched.

"Gently," he hissed.
I started to stroke him. Up and down. I used my thumb to rub the head, just like I had learned from watching Mummy ji.
As I touched him, my own body reacted. The vibration of the car, the fear of the driver hearing us, and the sheer size of the man who owned half the village... it made my head spin. My nipples were rubbing against the inside of my blouse, leaking more milk with every bump in the road.

"Good," Tau ji groaned, his hand landing on my head. "You have soft hands. Better than Sarita’s."
I felt a surge of pride. I was better. I was going to be the favorite.
I leaned forward and licked the tip, just once.
"Ah!" Tau ji gripped my hair. "Careful. Don't finish it."

I pulled back and went back to using my hand, stroking him in a steady rhythm. I watched his face. I watched for the signs. I had to keep him on the edge—hard, throbbing, and desperate—but hold him back.

"I didn't shave," I thought again, worrying as his other hand slid under my lehenga to check my wetness.
His fingers found the hair. He didn't pull away. He groaned louder.

"Hairy," he whispered, a dirty smile spreading on his face. "Just like a village woman. I love it."
I let out a breath of relief. He liked it.

We drove into the night, away from my husband, away from the wedding, towards the Mansion. I knelt at his feet, pumping him slowly, preparing him knowing that he would claim me completely in twenty minutes.