Ye story ajj se karib 8 saal purani hai jab main 22 y ka tha. Tub main india punjab main jalandhar ke paas ek gaoun main rehta tha. Hum log kheti barh... karte the aur khet main hi ghar main rehte the. Hamare pados wala ghar mere chacha ka tha.uski ek ladki thi jiski umar tub 18 saal ki thi. Dikhne main bahut sunder thi. Maine apni mousi ki ladki ko choda tha. Vo hamare paas ayei thi. Ek din mere chacha kok ladki jiska naam ranjeet hai meri mousi ki ladki kok baton baton main bata rahi thi ki. As the panties soaked he returned to Robyn's room to make the bed.With his hobbles and restricted hand movements, it was very difficult.Forced to do chores but then restricted so the chores were so hard todo, it was a constant punishment, then with the constant worry ofbeing punished with a spanking while he did them added to his helplessfeelings. The threat of further torments if he complained. He feltmore like a slave now than ever before, traded off to another familyand enslaved by them. It. I didn't know for sure if Deborah was into the whole dirty talk and name calling/humiliation thing but I have become a pretty good judge of what a woman likes. She didn't seem to have a problem cussing–she had dropped the "F" bomb and used the word pussy a few times already.But cussing and being called a slut or a whore are entirely different matters. Although most of my lady friends enjoy being my slut and my whore while I'm with them, I have run across a few–a very few–who don't like being. " "Just being honest," I shrug. "I like when you're honest," she says, her sincere, flawless face beaming at me. I'm not sure if it's her words or the way she's looking at me, or just the overall topic of conversation, but I'm suddenly compelled to tell her something I've been pondering for a while now. "Really?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. Chanel nods, keeping her eyes locked on mine. I stare back for a moment, contemplating of I should even bring this up. She did just admit that she likes.