I drifted in a new space, a place of pleasure and pain, a place of wonder and delight.I felt my body move, but I was separate from it. Like it was not...my body at all, my thoughts flying through rapture. I was on the couch, my burning butt-cheeks pressed into the cushions. Clint was over me, holding my thighs apart. Melody unzipped his pants.His dick flopped out, hard and erect. He was going to fuck me.“Yes,” I heard myself scream. “Fuck me, Clint. I was such a brat. Punish me.”His hand went to. Me bola apke jesa Matlab?Ab mine feel ho raha tha ki aaj muje is aunty ke pas se kuch na kuch to milega jarur aaj mauka hai kuch karne ka..aur wo boli mere jesa Matlab fir chup ho gayi….mene force kiya bataiye na plz to wo boli aap age me mere se chhiye ho rehne dijiye ye sab bat fir bhi mene force kiye nahi batana to padega apko..usne bola thik hai mera Matlab tha ki ap bhi meri tarah akele ho life me koi maja nahi ata hoga kuch karne ko milta nahi to..Mene pucha kya karne ko nahi milta to wo. I called Becky and let her know I was home and promised we’d have lunch later in the month. It was too early to call Jennifer, so I made a note to do that later. I wasn’t in the mood to call Rosie, nor did I really have time to see her in the next several weeks so I decided to ignore that message.I checked the clock and saw that I had time to get my laundry started so I did that, then started dusting and sweeping the floors. I had the windows open to air out the house because the temperature. It wouldn't have been smart, either. Not when every hand was needed to help with ship repairs. As soon as they'd made a couple of more jumps, and were sure that they were clear of any possible pursuers, he'd be turning to with the rest of the repair crews.His days at the FleetAcademy had been dull, vaguely unsatisfying, his grades only fair. Much of what they taught of ship handling, piloting, inter cultural contact, and navigation was familiar to him from working on company ships, but he'd.