Us din ke baad se mein ekta ko hamesha sex ki nazar se dekhne laga ,ek din mere bhiya bahar gaye the to ekta ne mujhe call kar ke raat ko sone ke liye...bulaya . Mene bhi haan bol diya . Par soch raha tha ki bhiya to pahele bhi bahar jaate the tab to bhabhi ne mujhe nahi bulaya phir ab kyo ? Lekin mein to dekhne ke liye tadap raha tha to khushi khushi chala gaya .Mein unke ghar pahucha aur bell bajai unhone darwaja khola unhine black colour ka gown pahena tha mene dekhte hi kaha aap bahut acche. This is the place I’d dreamed of living, one day. It took me over 40 years, but I made it.’ They stopped before a beige and blue painted row home. ‘This the studio?’ Derek hesitated. ‘Well, I do develop some of my photos there, but it’s more like my home.’ He felt her squeeze his hand. When he turned to look down at her, she was smiling up at him. Her eyes caught the lamplight suggestively. ‘I was wondering why a landscape photographer had a studio.’ At least she didn’t look mad. ‘So this was. He'd built up a lot of energy inthat beating and his breaking me down like that turned him on somethingfierce. I too came to love that sort of hard play.Aside from training me to be the picture perfect sissy, ultra-efficientservant, and the fiery sexpot in bed, he also trained me to be a realpain slut. I'd liked rough play before but at his hands I came to loveit. All part of the transformation. The rest followed from there.Part of that was the hair. I'd been shaving for years. But onlyshaving.. But I digress, so back to my youthful encounter. I lay motionless with my long blond hair hanging over the bottom of the mattress, listening to the moans of the woman he was fucking. They were in the dark and my form was illuminated by the full moon, so he knew who I was, as I was the oldest girl relative, put to bed so early, the next eldest being twice my age and still partying.I turned little by little until I saw their copulating outline in the shadow of the doorway, out of line of the.