C – where i am welcome ;)S – hahah in my friend circle.C- hey thanks again for considering me your friend .S –okC-howz uS-i m fyn.C-what do u do...?S- i am teacher. English teacherC –great then i want to be your studentS – ok i will teach uC- when????Uske bad uska reply nahi aaya dimag ghuma attitude or wo bhi humse jaisa sari dunia janti hai ki attitude k mamle me haryana wale sabse jyada hote hai to mene v usko dobara msg nahi kiya . Bahoot din beet gaye humari baat nahi hui fir mene time pass. “Carly, right? I’m Mario Mancini,” I shook Carly’s hand and she shivered in my presence, “where are my manners? Come in and sit there, will ya?”“Mr. Mancini, thank you for ... having me over. Sorry to pester you, and I wouldn’t have, if it weren’t so urgent. I could easily be facing deportation soon, depending on how quickly the Feds learn of my situation, which is more likely by the day, as I’ll probably be on the street and have to turn tricks just to eat. I really don’t want to do that, but. Especially with what Daddy had planned for today.He was so hard, his cock tenting his leather pants. He, too, had his BDSM outfit on, black leather pants and a leather vest that showed off his muscular torso. It made him look so strong. So powerful. I quivered just looking at him, his dark-brown eyes almost swallowing me up.I loved him so much. I was so glad I was his slave.Daddy grabbed the leashes dangling from my half-sister and mother's collars. He held all three in a tight fist. Mom opened. Feeling my jeans fall softly to my ankles, I step out of them and hungrily pull down her shorts at the same time. Burying my nose between her legs, I take a deep breath in and enjoy the scent of her wet, shaven pussy beneath her knickers. Standing myself up, I suddenly feel her place her hands on my shoulders and forcefully push me back against the kitchen counter. Surprised at her sudden rush of dominance, I decide to go along with it. Feeling her remove my shirt, I begin to become impatient.