Usne indian dress pahna tha salvar kamij)Aunty-thanks (smile dekar) tum kaha ja rahe hoMe-gharvalo ne kam bola to aana pada yahaAunty-cycle par?(broad...smile de kar)Me-sham ka traffic me to rickshaw adata hi he aur ye side share rickshaw bhi nahi aati isliye. Vaise ghar bhi itna dur nahi heAunty-to kaha he ghar?Me-_. Aur aapka?Aunty- _.Me-apko number milega.Aunty-ye lo _.First meeting me number dena was shocking for me because laga ladies he to pakka nahi degi but havas se shikhaar to sabhi ho. Fear hammered in my heart. She was so strong for a woman so slim. She grunted as we rolled on the sand. Our futa-dicks smacked against each other as we tumbled. I was a cheerleader. I had a lithe and limber body. I squirmed and wrestled.I had to get away. I wasn’t ready for this. I needed Mrs. Fatima. But she was... Frozen.“What did you do to her?” I shrieked.“Got her out of the way so we could have fun,” Ms. Kim purred, her slanted eyes burning with such hunger. She pinned me on my back. “I. You may have saved my sergeants life. I thank you.“Do you still have your data pad?”I reflexively had put the pad in my front pants pocket. “Yes.”“Good let’s get you registered and quartered.”We went over to the table. My concubines were watching the medical people work on the people they had helped. There were tears in their eyes and some open weeping as some of the people had sheets pulled over their heads. Some of the victims never stood a chance.I was still a little in shocked at what I had. I think Moira waspleased with my progress and complimented me on how much I was turningher on. I basked in her praise. A couple of times she mentioned going outin public but she knew I was very nervous about it so she didn't push metoo hard. I knew eventually I might consider it but at the time I wascomfortable in our very private, isolated cabin. We never had visitorsexcept for the pizza delivery person who came from the small town nearby.That Saturday after dressing and inserting the larger.