" Oh no, please don't hurt me," she wailed, "I'll do anything you want, just don't stick that stuff in me." Now, now my pretty," he said soothingly, "...s I said this stuff won't hurt you, ok, so be a good girl and hold out your arm."There was nothing she could do, she could scream and struggling but in the end she knew that nothing was going to help her now. In fact it would probably result in hurting her more, the needle could break off in her arm for one thing. The was only one sensible thing. And some of them, seem to think the same thing about me. One of my brother's friends that I remember having an extra steamy relationship with was Colt. Colt had dark brown curly hair, green eyes. He was about 6'4'' and was lean and muscular. He and my brother were 19 at the time, and I was 16. I don't know what it was about Colt, but I was extremely sexually attracted to him, so whenever he came around, I wore my shortest, tightest shorts, and my most revealing tank tops, often without a bra. I. We can have breakfast after that we can make this session. Raghu has gone and ordered housekeeper to make the breakfast. In that time, Menaka placed the spy camera and sound recorder in the bedroom. Then, they two had breakfast. The house cleaner was serving them. While serving he was seeing Menaka. Suddenly, the house cleaner placed his hand on Menaka’s hip. Menaka got angry and shouted. Raghu slapped house cleaner and told him to go out. Then, there were only Raghu and Menaka in the. Dad let me into his secret that he could fuck her in any hole he chose if he spent enough time sucking on her tits; this was to prove invaluable to me in later years. As soon as she knew she was pregnant; she not only allowed Dad to continue sucking on her nipples but whilst home alone she would often run brand new batteries flat in her breast milking machine and where ever possible would walk around the house with this contraption whirring away inside her loose fitting bra. On more than one.