Jab mummy wapas aayi to vijay uncle boleVijay-varsha baitho yaha kya hua uss din tumbare aakho me paani kyu aayaMummy ye sunkar aaur bhi rone lagiMumm...-kya batau bhai saahab aajtak mene varun ke papa se kuch bhi nhi manga sivaay pyaar me lekin unhone kabhi meri fikar nahi ki na kabhi pucjha ki tum kesi ho hamesha mujh par shaq krte he ab bataaiye me kya karu??Uncle ko ye sunkar kaafi dukh hua unki bhi aankhe nam ho gyi unhe bhi laga itni pativrata aurat he aur ye kamina uss par shaq karta heUss. I confront her one afternoon catching her as she leaves her office on the way to the restroom. Sonal doesn’t suspect that I know what she’s been doing“Sonal, can I speak to you about a matter?” I ask. She hesitates and asks, “Ummm, can it wait?”I can see she’s perplexed, surprised I’d have a work issue to rise with her (Little does she knows.)“No, we better deal with it now.” I take her by the arm and physically escort her into my office and lock the door. Sonal sits down next to the desk as I. By this point I accept commands without question, followorders straight away and can stand not moving for hours. My gagreflex is amazing, nothing fazes me there. I am also looking great,weak in the arms but great.I counted 45 days of the same routine, my mind slowly broken and amore compliant version put in its place. I still wanted vengeancebut I would take survival.On the 46th day I wake up before the system wakes me up this hasbecome so routine I have changed to accommodate it. But it. The seams of the crotch were wet and slimy against her skin from her juices.A minute passed – and then two. She heard nothing but the serenade of crickets in the back yard. Her breathing slowed, and she quietly – tentatively – opened the back door. The house was quiet save for the faint sound of the television coming from her bedroom.Nera went to the bathroom and locked the door. There she composed herself as best she was able. There was nothing she could do about her soaked panties, so she.