I took it from her and held it up to my nose, breathing inmore of her fragrance, as she pushed down her silky panties, stepped outof them and handed t...em to me. "I'll bet this smells the best of all,because that is what you are going to smell and taste for awhile." Itook the panties from her, breathed in the odor deeply and sucked onthem for a minute. She was right, they were the best.I pushed her back on the bed, spread her legs and dove into her, headfirst. Her juices were flowing and my. Madhu ne marriage ke pahle 4 lund se sirf khela thaa, chudwaee nahi.. Husband ke saath pahli raat mey hee nangi ho gaee, husband kaa lawda dekh kar khush huee kee jis 4 lawda se khela thaa uss se bada aur mota hai…Lekin chudai mey koi maza nahi aaya. 20-21 din tak lagataar, har raat husband se chudwaaee lekin madhu kee naa garmi mitee aur naa bhukh. Phir baato baato mey ek nanad ( sister of husband) jisse mangu chodta thaa uss se baat kee…Nanad ne bataya kee jub manglu chodta hai to eisa lagta. But I knew he was studying the problem, trying to face these forbidden desires that were threatening to overwhelm him.I found the books hidden in his bedroom, both scholarly tomes that addressed father-daughter love, as well as erotic accounts of graphic, i****tuous sex. His computers browsing history increasingly led me to the sites Daddy had been surfing, sites that had accounts of, and actual videos of fathers making love to their daughters.~~~~~I remembered all this as I lay in Daddy's bed. In one corner a crowd gathered; patrons clapped and cheered while guests stood compliantly by their sides. On stage, a young girl stood tied to a post, her hands above her head and feet spread shoulder width apart. The crowed encouraged the young Master in Training as he teased her verbally and physically. Devon walked closer to the show watching carefully as the young girl blushed and held back her tears. Humility is the hardest part of being a slave. To stand alone or in front of a crowed.