I didn’t care that I had enough student debt to last me a lifetime. It didn’t bother me that I had wasted the last year of my life working a dead-...nd job. I wasn’t even bothered by the fact that I had crashed somewhere over the Pacific Ocean. All that now mattered was the dog’s tongue darting in and out of my now soaking-wet pussy.I wanted to be ashamed of the way I felt, but I was unable to. I was too weak to care, too fragile to even muster up the willpower to try and regret the arousal that. I was lucky enough to worship a few Goddesses personally, always in my mac and perv gear, but She was different – I loved them all but I ADORE Her. At the first Worship Session I was brave enough to say to Her (after She called me a wanker) “Wanker loves you Miss”. Later I said, when She remarked on just how many pics I had of Her – “that’s how much I love you Miss”. Lovely, lovely moments I shall treasure forever. Even now, writing this, I’m consumed by love for Her, I’ve never felt anything. My parents were very caring and open. I really did not know anything about sex and its urges I am a virgin. So I used to be wearing just a top and slip and no bra while I am at home. That day I was excited to go for saree shopping and when my mom told to change I did not change the tops.I just removed the bottoms and put on a panty and a jean. I don’t wear panties at home unless it’s my periods. I went by bus with my mom and we reached the shop. My mom picked three sarees for me – a yellow. He was so gentle that it was almost painless as his cock entered my anus, slipping his hands up to the hollow of my knees he gentle pushed them back towards my chest whispering 'just relax and let poppa do this his way and we both will enjoy it.' I tried to slide up but my movement only allowed him to slip three more inches into my ass. With my knees pressing against my chest this fat bastard humped his cock into my up raised ass hole. I was gripping those nasty sheets so tight that they had.