It almost seemed as if she was looking for something.The day had drawn to a close and Hiroshi was packing up his things. Both Gotou and Katsuo had som... gaming business to attend and left without him. Not that this bothered him. It happened enough times already. Even Daiki was probably attending his club.Not for the first time did Hiroshi consider joining a club. Even this late in his high school career. But then he thought of all the responsibilities that came with club activities and he. But then I remembered rule number one - to follow every order, instantly and immediately. Heat rushed up my body and into my face. I dropped to my side and lifted her foot a bit. There was something incredibly dirty about the idea alone, and I stared at it for long moments, struggling with myself. And the longer I looked at her pretty feet, the faster my breaths became. I licked the sole from heel to toes, hesitantly, afraid that this single act of submission might be too much for me. It tasted. The pain became unbearable and I began to squeal out loudly from the brutal ****.“Shut the fuck up, bitch.” shouted Mohamed. He threw a punch to the back of my head, and another, and another until I fell silent. My hands squeezed his sheets to help me cope with the pain as he kept on relentlessly fucking me. I still let out the occasional shudder and moan, which didn’t seem to bother him.The fucking seemed to stretch on forever. Every thrust felt as it was ripping me in two. I was sweating from. Eibar theke tui nijer du duto jamaider potiye patiye jamaider diye nijer guud aar ponder seba koriye ne.” Takhon mamota aunty ektu udas hoeye bollo, “aare ami amar boro jamai ke kicu din aage potiye niye chilam aar take diye besh koek bar amar guud aar pond ta chudiye chilam. Kintu kichu din jete na jetei amar boro amader choda chudir ta jante pere gelo.”Ami aar mami songe songe jigesh korlam, “tar por ki holo? Barite khoob lorai holo?€ Mamota aunty bollo, “naa, na kono loraiee.