Mujhey hairat us ladrkey per thi woh nahien jhadr raha tha. Dekho, jub tum jhadrney lago to mujhey bata dena, acha? kiyoonkey ander nahien jhadrna tum...ko baher undel dena jo kuch bhi hey tumharey lund mainWoh buhat habsa aour bola abhi kahan jhadrna hai abhi to main ney rat gujarni hai tumaharey sath. Main der gayee. Iska matlab hai yeh sari rat mujhey chodey ga. Mian kis mushkil main hans gayee! Ma’m! You mind ager main kuch kahon? Kiya? Ma’m tumhari gand buhat achi hai, To? To yeh ki ager tum. “Did you call the police?” Paul asked knowing the answer even before asking the question.“She’s my daughter.”“She might be your daughter, but you’ve stopped being her mother. You’ve become her punching bag,” Paul said in a matter of fact voice.He was concerned for her, but he didn’t feel any sympathy for her. She was a willing victim. As far as he was concerned, a willing victim got exactly what he or she was looking for. Judy was the perfect willing victim.“I can’t let her go back to. She looked down in awe, lightly touching the twitching beast "-and still after all of that.. we can go again if you'd like?"I nodded, might as well make this a day to remember "wanna head over to my spot? I got some beers to share" her fists shot into the air "hell yeah! I would love a drink right now."We walk over and sit on the towel, her hands firmly grasped around a cold one as I got between her legs. She sat upright, and so even though it was a bit awkward, it went in all the same.She held. That’s why I licked you. Had I known you’d do something crazy like this I wouldn’t have.“It’s not my fault, okay?” the witch pleads. “Anyway, why didn’t you do that before?”I wanted to, but that damn toy you always use scares the shit out of me.“Really?” the girl asks. “The Rampant One scares you? Is it the size?”Size? Really? You really don’t know anything about cats do you?“Sure I do,” the girl argues. “You’re lazy. You eat a lot. You only want attention when you want it.”Hey, I cannot help.