I wondered what it would feel like to fuck him. I remembered when he and my mom were still sleeping together, the sounds that sometimes came from thei... room when I would get up for a glass of water. I had never planned on doing anything about it until one night when I was masturbating in my room and I heard a noise. I looked over and my Dad was standing there looking very embarrassed. "Emily, you should close your door." He looked at the floor but I could see the slight bulge on his pants as he. They did not call what they did to her rape because that was too much hassle for no real good; she accepted the male biological drive as part of her basic lifestyle, like the lack of proper AC. It was a regression to pre-historic times caused by poverty. At least the nerds were quick and didn’t hurt. Plus she appreciated being the only girl most of them ever knew.The occupants of the co-op were not really friends but when you were living on an expensive stolen internet connection you lived by. “Crawl to me, slave,” Mistress Mimosa ordered.I make no hesitation to heed the order from my mistress, my deepest desire to obey. Crawling along the cement floor is not a physically pleasant experience, but my body is at the service of my mistress. However it is made to feel it is in honor of my mistress.The crawl is not long as I stop just before my mistress, returning to my kneeling position with my hands on my thighs. I keep my head angled so I’m looking at the feet of my mistress, eye. Time passed and i think after around 3 months from the marriage, my father had to be hospitalized for bad health for some days. He was in i.c.u for a couple of days and later has to be in the hospital for a fortnight. In the morning bhabhi or mother used to be in the hospital and at night, i used to stay at the hospital. I was in charge of transporting things mother and bhabhi to and from hospital.one day, after i came back from the hospital after night sitting, i felt like my head was paining.