That’s the beginning, and that was my life. Jane Marshfield, college student, and on my way to living the American Dream. In the summer between my j...nior and senior years of college, I met the man who would give me the rest of that dream.His name was John, and we became a couple. Everyone assumed we would be getting married, and just before the new school term began, we gave each other our virginities. He made it official not much later. He proposed to me in the most romantic way, and I. I didn't expect the people in front of me to retreat to the teams on both sides and become my first. I lowered my head and walked forward. When I was preparing to order, the waitress who was responsible for ordering gave me a sneak look. Pulling the side to see the male waiter who came to her place, it seems that I have been treated as lascivious. The prostitute is either mad. "I... I want a second meal, and a fragrant fish...Mr....Mr.~~" I finished the meal, the waiter still looked at my tits. Maine bhi jaldi se apni pant upar khinch pehan li. Unke pitaji ne kamre me kadam rakha. Unhone sirf apna night gown pehan rakha tha. “pitaji aap is samay yahan kya kar rahe hai?” sonali ne darte hue pucha. Unke pitaji kuch neend me the, “beta sirf apne liye ek aur drink lene aaya tha, pata nahi kyon aaj neend nahi aa rahi. Phir me apna chasma bhi yahin bhool gaya tha, haan wo rahe!” kehkar wo kitchen ki aur badh gaye. “namaste uncle ji.” maine ne kaha. “oh dinu beta, mein to samjha tha ki aaj. “You’ve already named me. Tiny Slut, Master!”, said the black haired one. She was very pale skinned and had bright blue eyes. I didn’t recall ***********ing her, but with 200 initial candidates, it was possible one slipped my mind. “And you are?” I asked turning to the prepubescent looking twin of Belinda’s on my right.“I’ll be... Whore, Master!” She replied. Studious indeed! She wasn’t too young to read my list thoroughly while she was in the waiting room.“Please state your ages girls.” I.