To dosto let start apny hath lund mai ly lo or girls apny boobs or bur ko masalana start kar do yeh baat us time ki hai jub saba k husband ny us sy fi...ht kar k baby k sath us ko mama papa yahni mery neihbours k ghar chorh kiya tah saba ka husband lanlord hai or dirnk bhi bhot karta hai jis per unka aksar jakarha hota tah ais baar baat zaida bharh gayi tehi saba mama papa k ghar any k bhad bhout khamosh khamosh rehti tehi mai aksar un k ghar jata or us k 1 saal k baby k sath khailta rehta tah or. He had been on my mind since last night when I got back from school around five. I had noticed the red postal van parked outside the close and wondered briefly about who or what was being delivered.I entered the close and started my accent up the stone stairway, when I heard her laugh and his comment, muffled and unintelligible, but enough to amuse the postal girl delivering his post.He lived on the second floor and as I rounded the stairwell she looked at me and smiled, said, 'Hello', as he. For almost two hours,Hunter had to stare at Kara's boobs across the table, giggling at herstupid jokes and pretending to like boys. When finally they finisheddessert, she tossed her napkin on the table and then tapped her mother,holding out her hand."So can I have a few more twenties, and we're going to go to the teennight, mom," said Kara. "I just need money for a few fruity drinks." Teen night?" asked Hunter."It's like a dance club thing they have a couple times a week, andhopefully it won't. Helen stopped listening to the sound coming from the TV. Did she hear correctly? She rewound the last ten seconds in her mind. There was no mistake… her son had just called her a slave and told her to disrobe. She had to be sure. The playful banter had taken a more serious turn.‘Dominus?’ there was a questioning tone to her voice as she looked at her son who had responded by turning to face his mother.‘Remove your dressing gown…’ the words barely audible and sounding even more unsure than.