Mallika came into the living room at 11 PM, after seeing Dad off at the airport for his month-long trip to Dallas. I was lounging on the couch, my laptop open, tracking an online order for red thongs, lacy G-strings, micro skirts, sheer babydolls, fishnet stockings, and a pair of velvet-lined handcuffs; all for her. My cock twitched in my jeans at the mere thought of our month-long fuck fest. She sat beside me, her T-shir...