Her mother was lying on her back watching Cassy and rubbing her own pussy. Cassy said, “hey, stop that, you need to play with my pussy, not yours. ...Come eat me, whore. Don’t stop until you give me an orgasm as good as Daddy does. Fuck me with your fingers and your tongue and whatever you’ve got, put it all in my pussy. Do it, whore!” Cassy could hardly believe she was saying these things to her own mother, but it was a game, wasn’t it, and didn’t Mommy want her to be this way? Yes! Yes. "Stick and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me."By this point in her life, Penelope would have preferred the sticks ands tones. Although she still looked young, Penelope was a 23 years old college undergrad. Why was she so late in her education? What have kept her behind? Why did she keep running away?Well, shit it wasn't stick and stones.The warm water felt good on her face and helped calm her breathing. Eventually, she had regained control of her emotions enough to once. Meine pucha kya hua aunty toh unho ne kaha ki koi kaam wali nahi hai. Meri chutiyan chal rahi thi toh meine socha acha mauka hai. Phir meine kaha aunty agar aap chaho toh mein aap ki madad kar sakta hun kuch kaamo mein. Toh woh pehle mana karne lagi phit meine request kiya toh maan gayi. Unho ne kaha ki kuch paise le sakte ho chaho toh. Meine kaha nahi paise nahi mujhe kuch aur chahiye….. Unho ne kaha kya??? Meine kaha ki “Sex” woh pehle hairaan ho gayi phir meine kaha aap chahte ho naa ki. Pooja Birju ke kapde uthakar washing machine mein dalne lagi.Birju: Saali garib logo ke kapde machine meinin nahi hatho se dhulte hai. Chal hath se dho.Birju Pooja ko bathroom mein leke jane laga. Pooja waha baithkar Birju ke kapde dhone lagi. Usne aj tak apne kapde hath se nahi dhoye aj woh ek naukar ke kapde hatho se dho rahi.Kapde dhone ka bad Birju nahane ghus gaya. Pooja waha se jane lagiBirju: Abe kaha ja rahi hai tu? Chal nahla mujhe. Tera malik hun. Jo karegi mujhse puch kar.Aur baal.