Bridgett might have been my older sister, but we certainly weren't veryclose. She'd grown up living with her dad, not being raised by Grandpaand Gran...ma the way Aaron and I were, so we'd never lived under the sameroof. I got along with her fairly well, but the truth was, the numberof times that we'd met face to face could be counted without having touse all my fingers and toes."I know you've been wanting to talk to her," Grandma told me pleasantly,"so why don't you send her an e-mail? I'm. He ploughed on just the same, intent on his own enjoyment since the vicars wife's was so evident. He didn't care that his hard, course pubic hair was driving the woman mad as it scraped her button, nor that she was digging her nails into his firm buttocks. All thoughts of her husband, morals or reputation had left Suzie. She was being taken, no, Fucked, by a tramp and no matter that it was rude, rough and wrong, she was in ecstasy. Her quim had never been so used, so well filled, she'd never. So I asked her what if someone comes to know about it… she said everyone is sleep and I don’t think you are going to tell this to anyone otherwise you will be scolded too.So I finally gave her cigarette and I helped her lit up. So was shocked to see her as she was smoking like she was regular smoker. And I lit up my cigarette too. And we started smoking.Me: bhabhi can I ask you something?Bhabhi: ya askMe: promise me you will reply honestlyBhabhi: come on ask… I will be honestMe: have you ever. "Don't bother putting your clothes back on", she commanded. I returned to the kitchen to see that she had finished eating. As I approached her she cupped my balls and my cage with two hands and smiled. CLICK. I was captive again. She had dished out a small bowl of butter chicken for me. Her leftovers. She retired to the bedroom while I ate.Now the time had come. I knew you could pee with the cage on, but it felt awkward. Standing in front of the toilet, I determined it might be too messy to.