Most riveting became the plodding horse and cart bearing the wooden cage with the nude inside.The fourth day brought Sheria a taste of freedom. Stretc...ing her cramped limbs as she stood outside of the cage actually felt good. The leash and collar remained, as did her nudity. Within eyeshot rose walls of a great city. Sightseeing proved brief as a tug on her leash pulled her forward. Unsteady from days of confinement in the jostling tight space, her feet stumbled. Eventually, she was able to. And well along she was.I remember when I was ten trying to get looks at her boobs which, at twelve, were getting to be quite amazing to this always-horny brother of hers. My sister, always cute, was now turning into a sexy girl with curves. I still remember the first time I saw her in a bikini. It seemed almost nonexistent to me at the time as I drank in all that bare skin, the suit just barely covering the most interesting parts. She was hot.Oh, she knew it, too, I was pretty shy about stuff. Thodi der baad woh utari aur boli piche se karo. Aisa keh kar woh kutiya ban gayi.Maine piche se ghusaya aur tezi se uski chut ki pilai karna shuru kiya. Use bohut maze aa rahe the woh zor zor se moan karne lagi. Maine kaha, “Bua thoda aram se koi sun lega.” Woh apni awaz kam ki aur boli, “Bua mat bolo mere jaan. Aajse main tumhari girlfriend ban gayi hu.”Yeh sunkar main khush hua aur bola, “Acha toh meri pyari girlfriend aaj toh main tumhari zabardast chudai karunga. Woh boli, “Haan baby aaj. I had explored so many towns, cities and had wandered over much countryside. In one person I was most fortunate, my mother. I had noticed since I was quite young, how constrained my peers were during childhood. They were barely allowed outside the school or home gates and were transported everywhere in cars by parents anxious about the murderers, rapists and child molesters that haunted their imaginations. I on the contrary was given freedom to roam. In later life I asked my mother why she had.