A few situations drove me crazy.I had two boyfriends, obviously the second one after the breakup with the first guy. Both of these boyfriends never fu...filled me. They never gave attention to satisfying every bit of my body as it happens in ISS stories. The encounters were mostly a quickie, and my body craved and needed more wilderness.I wanted my body to be dominated by a strong male partner. I messaged few guys after reading their stories, and I felt a strong connection with Madhan. I reached. Uh...yeah, a little bit. I mean, we've gotten so close over the past two years..." I trailed off. Damnit! How the hell did she do that?"Wow, just...just wow," she said. "My brother is a sick fuck." (told you she'd think that)"No, come on, that's not fair. I haven't been out with a chick since Vanessa Dawson in tenth grade - it's been five fucking years since I even had a girlfriend, Val. Excuse me for being a guy and noticing your body." Gross, dude, I don't want to hear about your sexual. I started a conversation now. I learned she was actually employed as a maid in a house. After work, she collects some alms from a nearby temple. Today while going back, she got stuck, and the rain was more in severity than usual.She also told me about her family. Her drunkard husband left her after she didn’t give her a male child, and she alone supports her 2 daughters who study in a government school. I appreciated her determination as she nibbled the snack slowly.I told about myself and that. There had been days like this, back home. Awaking horny, I had either spent all day in bed, fucking myself or gone out, hooking up with some random guy. The memory broadened my smile, even as I felt a nearly painful twitch of longing in my cunt.I heard the front door and got up. My owner smiled, as he saw me standing next to the trapdoor. But instead of opening the door and leading me to a room he reached out, touched my hard nipples. Even this fleeting touch made me shiver. There was a hungry.