” I couldn’t believe the redhead’s reaction. She ran her lips and tongue all over the crop like a cat devouring a bowl of cream. I turned to Con...ad, and again, the words came out of my mouth before I could fully process them. “Is it wrong how turned on I am by all this?” This time he couldn’t hide the grin that spread across his face. “Absolutely not, Miss James. You’re only just discovering how liberating it can be to let someone else take control of your body, but you’d be surprised how many. Still, it was precious to me. Full of wonderful memories of my childhood. Until recently it was my Nana's home where I was raised after my parents died in a freak butt plug accident. I still vividly recall Nana telling me, "Get your lazy ass off the couch and help me, girl!" I survived such child abuse and my life was enriched by her life lessons. She taught me the value of the arts. I remember doing my nails while watching her push a heavy, cumbersome Hoover vacuum over brown shag carpet with. That was the day, when I got to know that my mother never wore any panties. Actually, village woman don’t usually do that, so she wasn’t an exception. After about five minutes of that force-play, It seemed that my mother gave in and stopped resisting, maybe thinking o finish it quick so no one sees it or to enjoy a new cock.Deepak constantly kept saying to her that, Aunty I love you, I love you, aapke boobe (pronounced bobey) dekh kar main pagal ho gaya hoon, please karne do, please karne do. . That sounds like an ordeal.”“Yeah, she said it was rough. Sorry, but that just popped into my head ... Anyway, we can definitely go to the library.”“I think it doesn’t open for a while yet, but maybe we can be there when it does.”“For sure. I have nothing planned today, obviously, so I’m with you.”“Thank you, Matt.”At last, Heather raised herself up to take stock of the regular world. She drew an exceptionally long and even breath. Then she turned to look at me. Her expression was not.