Ab mujhey kiya kerna tha clerk ko niklwaney mien. Mujhey to passport chahyee tha.Khair mien aik din chodr ker phir passport key dafter mien.Woh chapda...i na janey kahan tha . Mien buhar dhoonda mujhey nahien mila. Miei nirash hoker palten lagi to woh cycle per ata dikhayee padra. jaldi sey merey kareeb cycle rok ker kehney laga.Shirmati jee, samjho aapka passport ben giya” Arey !!! kahaan hey?” mien aik dam hiran ho gayee. Us ney jaib mien sey aik kagaz nikal ker us per aik pata likha aour. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!"Please Father!" I sobbed. I'd forgotten all about hiding my pain, my fear—and I was afraid now. He was crazed, mad, and I didn't have any idea what he might do. "Please, I'm sorry! I've sinned, I've sinned, I'm sorry... sorry for having... offended... Thee... owwwww!"His hands spread my legs wide, pressing my thighs open and my eyes widened in panic and a dawning horror. "Sins of the flesh," he muttered, and I felt his body pressing, his robes lifting, parting like a black. Keep all those hussies from poaching my futa-dick.” She gave me another kiss. “Love you.”“Yeah,” I muttered then glanced at Reina. “Well, shall we get to Art?”My sexual tension mounted throughout the day. My dick had that ache to it by the end of first period. Miss Castellano—Valeria—burned through my thoughts. I struggled to pay attention while my pussy grew juicy and my futa-dick hard.My escort, Janice Simms and Maritza Esparaza, marched me to my next class. It was PE. After storing my things. That's when she realized that she hadn't shed a single tear. This both surprised and shocked her. After twenty-two years, there should be something to cry about, she thought sharply.Then the realization that she really didn't feel anything one way or the other flooded her mind and a single tear coursed slowly down her cheek. That says a whole lot about my life, doesn't it, she thought, angry with herself. What made her angry was the question of what the hell that little twenty-two-year-old had.