.main or sahil: to yahi karlo vaise bhi ye room to kabad hai magar hum vaha nhi jane de saktevo: nahi nahi main aapke samne nahi karungimain: kyuvo: a...p mujhe nanga dekh logemain: acha chalo ab apni skirt upar karo varna vo bhaiya mam ko bola lengevo: nahi bhaiya plz plzmain: nahi nahi karo (itne me sahil ne uspe zor se chika karti ho ya bulau mam ko)Vo rote rote upar karne lagi usne ghutne se thoda upar karke kaha bus bhaiya maine kaha nhi main karta hu tum to manogi nahi maine uski skirt upar. I thought of things a little differently. I wondered when it would happen again. Sometimes we could all be having dinner as a family, and I would look at my mother and become extremely horny. I couldn't keep my mind off of our forbidden sexual encounter. I often wanted to tell her how badly I wanted her to lick me again. Just thinking about her licking my pussy dampened my panties, and made me feel all warm and toasty. 
 I wanted her to eat me so badly! I felt like my tiny clitoris swell. She'd had enough of dad's drinkingand the beatings; she didn't even pack a bag. For a while I thought myold man might have done away with her, can you believe that? But I got aletter from her a few weeks after she left, no return address, telling mewhy she had left and advising me to leave that house as soon as I could." Dad worked at a saw mill in the small mid-west town where we lived andhe came home drunk most nights. I stayed away from him as much as Icould. I was an only child, a. Make me your bitch lover." "Good. I was hoping that would be your answer. Now I'm going to lace on my boots. Would you like me to describe them to you?" "Oh yes Mistress, please do that!" I exclaimed, my hand again fondling my swollen rod, my voice trembling. "My but you are an eager little slave. My boots... Well I'm sitting at my dressing table and my boots are draped over the bed. They are very, very tall and they lace all the way up over my knees almost to my shaved crotch. They are made of.