Well, the subjective information was correct to a point, My speech is deteriorating slowly, but it is my mental and emotional state that was going to ...ell in a hand basket due to the physical pain and all the stress from the fallout of being sick.Now, that I know what to target I can devise strategies including counseling to heal. I am hoping I get well enough to begin writing stories again. I love writing fiction. It still makes my head hurt just poking in that direction of my brain. So that. " She still seemed so stiff and formal. This was so different than our brief time before the vault. I found myself yearning for her to call me Ilias again.Perhaps her foot was bothering her. "How are you feeling? How is your foot?" I asked. "Please speak freely and honestly."There was a pause. "Thank you sire. My foot is throbbing but the pain is bearable." There was another pause, even longer, and then she cried, "Sire! I owe you a deep apology for my hysterics!"For all my command training, I. Meri bhabhi bilkul beshraam hoti jati thi. Bhabhi ki saari friends ko ptaa tha ki mai bhai kai samnai unka nokar ban jata hu indirect way sai. Sabko asli bat nhi ptaa thi. Fir aya asli story mai twist habhi nai apnai sari bet friends ko bulaya as a treat or as a reunion ab kya tha saari a gye apai mothoda i moti gandai leke abb ghar mai sab kuch serve toh mai hi karunga saari aiye phele mai paani leke aya fir pepesi coke vagahra vagahra abb sabko dry fruits snacks sab kuch serve kiyta apni. The harder the better and the rougher I got the more it turned me on. I also pushed the dildo harder and further into my pussy and felt the butt plug sink deeper in my ass.I fucked myself harder, faster, till I was on the verge of coming. One further push on the plug sent me over the edge. My clit spasmed, my pussy was afire, I was coming hard and fast. All I could do was buck my hips and scream. When I eventually began to calm down, I folded into a fetal position, something I always did after.