As she crossed the living room she was relieved to see that Tims friends were still passed out on the couch. She walked into the kitchen and quickly r...trieved three beers from the fridge. She quietly made her way through the living room and back into the den, closing the door behind her. Again they played until she had the eight ball lined up and ready to sink. Finally, she thought. Im finally gonna get a break. But as her stick hit the cue ball she slipped and the eight ball found its was. Ispar woh muskurati hui butter ke dabbe se ek chamach butter nikali aur seedhe apni choot par ache se malne lagi. Woh boli: Lo khaona, jab tak mann na bhare tab tak aise laga ke dungi. Aao, khao.Main seedha jhuka aur uske choot par lage peanut butter chatne laga aur uske saat uski muh se siskari nikal gayi. Woh apni jangho ko aur phaila ke mujhe ache se baithne ke liye jagah di aur main chaaw se uski choot chatne laga. Meri jeeb uski choot ki honto par lagi butter ki har ek daag ko chaat chaat. He let go and took his pants down all the way. Then he bent over in front of her. Reaching behind he grabbed her hair and shoved her face into his ass. Smothering her and shoving hard, he said, lick it cunt. Her tongue darted out not wanting to be hurt. She tasted his ass, and to her surprise she enjoyed it. Her tongue teased and pushed against his rectum. Soon she found herself really getting into it, her hand slid up to strike him while she did it. She wasn't exactly sure when he let her go. I listened to M. but after his first few words I felt faint and could no longer. I pleaded for my Cordelia, I offered my life for hers but this elicited only sneers of contempt and further abuse. The gruesome man beat me, slapped me, kicked me, spat at me, vituperated. When he tired of this, I was thrown into a cell deep beneath the castle in a murky, dripping dungeon, shoved a piece of mouldy bread and left to rot. For days, how many in that darkness I know not, I lived on tears. I raged, I.