Ahhh…plz…jaann…bas karo…ki awaj nikla rahi thi but azaz nahi mana.Kafit der tak chut chatane se mummy ki tangae kapne lag gayi thi excitement ...e karan.But azaz itne par bhi nahi ruka.Wo chut ko chata raha. Phir azaz ne mummy ko bola ki jao yahan se .Yeh sunkar mummy boli ki kya hua.To azaz bola ki aapne bhi mujhe tadphya hai ab aap bhi tadpaho.Mummy ne bola ki sorry to azaz ne bola ki sorry ek hi keemat par milege jab aap night ko mere room mein mera bistar garam karogi or pregnant hogi mere. I rested them on his shoulders and felt him tugging at my panties,pulling them down to my knees. He then grasped my ankles in one hand,drawing them together and with the other hand began to fondle my clitslipping down to my pussy lips and further to stroke my little girlypussy-ass."You're mine now girl, my wife, my girl, my servant, my slave, my whore,my slut. What are you?" I'm your wife, your girl, your servant, your slave, your whore, yourslut, Master" I dutifully answered, though in truth. "That's Woodstock," she said. "I named him after our butler back in Berkshire; he has the same color hair and big brown eyes." Kathleen shook her head a little. "Father and I were sad to leave Mr. Woodstock; he'd been with the family for over twenty years." She giggled and added, "The butler not the horse." After all that time with the family, didn't your father want to bring Mr. Woodstock with him?" Zach asked as they rode north east out of Prescott."Yes he did; Father tried to convince him to. All of your former friends were female; fortunate considering your talent of relating to women and making them feel truly understood. Why can't they share in your money? The rich people in other cities sought you out because of your talent; why could your friends not find work anywhere but in this sinkhole?You hastily amend yourself, as you look around your apartment as if fearing that it will come alive to chastise you. The city is a sinkhole; your apartment is not. Your walls aren't ratty and.