Me uske ghar jata or usko dekh k kafi lund masalta wo yeh dekh kar naughty smile pass karti tab mene socha beta tera num to lag gaya.,Fir dhire dhiree...baat karte karte mene usse sex k bare me baat nikali to boli k tere uncle tp aise hi chhod k chale gaye he to sex k bina aadhi hu.Mene fat se kaha k me aapki kuch help karu to wo chonk gayi or mjje boli k me soch k bataungimfir me roj uska call ka wait karta par us mam ka phon nai aaya.Ek din dophar me mjhe call aaya or bola k me ghar pe akeli hu. " Well don't you care what Lauren thinks?" Um, not especially." Oh my God! You are such a jerk, Matt!" Johanna hung up on him.Oops, Matt thought. He did care what Lauren thought about him. He did, he just, he didn't know. He guessed he didn't like her much anymore. Of course, he told himself, he had been using her all along. He hadn't ever cared about her.But he knew he had, though he tried to push that thought out of his mind. Nobody could tell him what to do, not Lauren or Johanna. Even his. They left John and told him to put on the outfit. He returned to thebedroom to model the outfit, the women fussed over how well it fit.Teresa walked over to the jewelry box sitting on top of the dresser andfound a large gaudy ring, she asked John to try it on and it fitperfectly. Lilly said that her mother wore clip-on earrings and thereis a set matching the ring somewhere. Teresa sorted thru the jewelryand found the set, she clipped it on John's ears and the women bothsaid he looked just like. A pretty, dark skinned, short woman dressed in a thin sarong is next in the circle."My name is Visthi Threepa, and I have been under my son's control for five years."I cannot believe that a woman so young looking could have a son old enough to be a threat! Is the boy a stepson? Are non-blood related dominations accepted in this organizations? My mind burns through questions faster than the woman's tale answers them.Visthi continues, "My husband gave me to my son for his ninth birthday. It is an.