To win such a privilege, though, she must win a fighting tournament and beat out the other three girls the Queen had chosen to battle for the spot. It...was a celebrated ritual, a trial every girl who had just turned eighteen, as Namini and her opponent had, wished they could be chosen for. Now all the Queen's court and much of the Royal staff surrounded the ten foot square hard sand pit in the middle of the palace courtyard. The Queen lounged, eating grapes quietly and waiting for the match to. " "Agreed, but why not ask for money, or clothes or...anything else. Why this?" She looked down, indicating her fingers, still rubbing her clit and, I noticed, one had slipped inside her.Time for a skeleton to come out of the closet, "Shelly," I said, "I have always had a crush on you, always thought you were so beautiful. I always dreamed of being your 'husband' and living happily ever after." I looked away, emotion threatening to choke me up.Shelly studied me, I think trying to decide if I. ” She whispered, hatred and greed, lust and love, all mingling in the husky tone of her voice. She planted her feet into the bedding, and upon shaking legs she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her father’s shaft, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the crease of his cock, her eyes locked with mine, and then she dropped. The cry that came from her was filled with pain and delight, and the sob that wracked her chest bore a similar duality. And though it seemed to torture. How r u all? What I am going to narrate you is my real life experience. First let me describe myself to you. I am Rithika 22 old girl short in height but I have huge breast of 36d and my ass is also huge. My college mates used to stare at my breasts a lot. But the thing is our’s is a typical Andhra orthodox family. So from childhood onwards I grew up thinking that romantic feelings are sin. So I just refused to acknowledge them. At my 12th class my brother gifted me a laptop with internet. That.