"Typical of the Navy. They won't give a civilian directions to the nearestphone box for fear it might be classified information."You don't sound very ...apanese," I remark sullenly."You don't sound very male,"comes the stinging reply. She claps her palmstogether. "Any more questions? Good. Well, what are you waiting for? Chop-chop!"Yes, miss. Whatever you say, miss. Three bags fucking full, miss.But an urgent need to use a lavatory ensures my compliance. Wrapping asheet around my middle, I swing. To be the dominant rather than one of the slaves.And yes, I believed all that I read - it made sense out of this crazy world I found myself in. My son had used some type of drug to enslave his mother for his own incestuous enjoyment. Its the only thing that made sense of the craziness I found myself in - I just couldn't believe my wife would have intercourse with her own son without some type of persuasion. As outrageous as that 'persuasion' seemed.Then there was the other idea I had; I've. Just that nagging desire for more, planted in the back of my mind. I lay in my bed that night and just couldn’t turn down the noise in my brain. Maybe he didn’t enjoy it as much as I thought? I replayed the scenes over and over in my mind, getting more worked up with every thought. I rubbed my hand casually over my body, thinking of his touch. With every pull and tug on my nipple, I thought of his mouth at my breasts, suckling and lapping at them. I made a few passes at my pussy. It was. Ye meri first story hai to koi mistake ho to nazarandaz kijiyega n aap apne feedback muje jarur likhiye ab me sidha story pe aata hu 8 saal pehle mere mobile par ek phone aaya wo mere rum mate k liye tha ek ladki ka puchne par pta chala k wo uski dur ki relative hai n friend hai n wo apni studies k liye delhi aayi hui hai next day hum us se milkne uske ghar gaye jhan wo apne ek rum mate k sath rah rahi thi kch dino se me v apne friend k sath gaya tha us se mila me aapko pinky ki figure k bare.