Uski height 5.1 or patli najuk kamar she’s look like a Urmila Martorkar. Mast milky white color. Soneri bal. Mast bade bobs choti magar gol gol foo...ball jaise gand. Kya mast sex item thi. Vo mujse 3 sal badi thi. Ap jante hi ho ke may to sex ka kitan pyasa hun kanhi bhi sex dhunta rehta hun. Huva yunki me meri aadat ki tarah me apna football dress ka sorts hi. Ghar me pahanta hun. Or sarir par kuch nahi pahanta hun. Moni or Mere uncle ke ghar ke sabandh kuch achhe the. To unka or hamara. Her eyesrolled around not believing what she was seeing, nor remembering anything thathappened due to the drugs she had been given. But she could now understand whyshe had such an unbearable pain between her legs. She had been drugged and setto perform depraved acts of unspeakable nature. Filmed and forced to actwithout knowing it. Just as she was being now, filmed whilewatching herself on video. When editing the final edition of vol 4 ofher degradation and sexual nightmare, there would be. Not sure if anyone saw me the first time as it was busy but not in the aisle I was in at the time but it did feel good doing it in public.The next aisle I walked down more slowly as it was busier, there was this guy (about fifty or so) who began looking at me sideways and smiled at me once. I needed something off a high shelf so I stretched on my shoes but could not reach it so he kindly offered then placed it in my trolley smiling again, I thanked him and he said ‘any time love’ His eyes. Perhaps that's why things happened the way they did in the coming years.I was fourteen when Mom finally married. She was only twenty-seven. Grandpa had died the year before and even at my young age I knew Mom was lonely. The guy she married actually was really nice. I mean he and I got along very well. He was constantly taking me to ball games, the movies and buying me all kinds of stuff. At first I thought he was just trying to buy me but I soon learned he was being real.They both wanted.