I silently put down a bottle of wine and the package that Joan had me get for her last week and then slowly made my way to the kitchen doorway. I stoo... in the doorway and watched her. Her back was to me at a butcher block island in the middle of the kitchen. She was chopping something and she was absolutely, astonishingly perfect. She wore a white silk sleeveless blouse and red cotton skirt that ended just above her knees. Her beautiful legs tapered to her delicate ankles and ended in pumps. Wo aksar mujhy gari hi main chudta tha jis sy kuchziada maza nai aat tha.aik dafa us ki biwi karachi chalay gai or hamain mokamil gia wo mujhay apnay ghr ly gia us ka ghr aik mehal ki tarha bara or haseentha main to pagal ho gai or us ka bed room aisay jaisy sheshay ka bana ho pehlayto hum tv dekhty rehay khana khaia phr wo tv room main bethy hoa mujhay garamkrny laga us nay Meray hont apnay honto mainly li or chusna shuru kr dia wokabhi meray hont kabhi meri zuban chusta or sath hi us nay keri. PrologueStory SynopsisThis is the story of a Mother, Karen, and her daughter, Michelle, who each have a sad and sordid past and how they become the slaves of a spoiled little rich girl, Sarah, many years later. Because of her husband’s severe physical, mental and sexual abuse from even before they were married, she leaves him and their daughter behind (a decision that will become clear as you read her story) after living in hell for a little over three years. She goes on to college, earns two. He ploughed her furrow three times before he left in the early morning.Later that day she was naked with Richard and related what had happened. He was quiet as she talked. His cock was as hard as usual inside her though. When she finished he asked some questions about her feelings. She was wrestling with this very different sex from the recreational and instructional kind she’d had so far.Richard reassured her, “You feel just as good to me as ever in spite of this and the others you have.