Uss din Boroda ne mom se puch ke hamare ghar silae karne ae thi. Mom din bhar ke lia bahar gaye hue thi. Aunty subha 9:30 ko hamare ghar aye thi. usse...apna ek peticoat silna tha.Maine unhe andar bulaya aur baithne kaha. Woh dekhne mein maal laag rhi thi. Ek top aur ek frock pehen ke aye thi. Haath mein sone ki churia aur pairon mein chandi ke payal. Boroda ne bola ” Babu mujhe ek peticoat silae karna tha ,toh kya tum mujhe dikha doge machine kaha h.”Maine bola chalia. Hum dono mere room pe a. I pulled the covers over her resting bare body and sighed again as the perfection of view was stolen for now from my feasting eyes. Walking silently from the bedroom I clicked off the computer screen and went to the kitchen, it was now almost 9:00 and we had busied ourselves for over two hours of ravenous sexual delights and rested for another; I was hungry. Retrieving a package of hamburger from the fridge I quickly separated half of it into a zip lock bag and put it back in the refrigerator. Checking my wrist watch, I saw that it was nearly six A.M.Breathlessly I muttered aloud to myself, "You'll have to do better than this, stupid." My body was still reacting to the sensation of being strangled by the straps of my own news bags. Rubbing my neck, I found that the flesh around my Adam's apple had been burned and scraped; it stung painfully when I touched it.Enraged, I hurriedly began strapping up again. Arranging the bags more methodically, I reloaded the papers that had fallen out. I'll ask you a question and you answer. How are you feeling?" Okay," she mumbled after a long pause."Why haven't you called me?" That response took a lot longer."Why were you so mean to me?" she asked still not making eye contact."What do you mean?" The other night. You were mean to me. I asked you not to do it no more but you kept doing it. I asked you to stop because you were hurting me but you didn't."I sighed. I can't believe she still thinks it was only me.Fifteen guys fucked her nonstop.