Mene no.save kiya or miscall diya or Sava Karen ko kaha .USne kapte kapte no.save kiya or me ja hi raha tha ki usne kaha ki bopahar or rat ko call na ...are uske pati ghar par hote he. Meto chok gaya muje vishvas nahi ho raha tha eto mere liye green signal tha.or me uske jyada karib chala gaya ab hum dono kap rahe the fir me turant chala gaya.Ghar jakar khana khaya or sochne laga ki kya karu phir mene usko call kiya or song ke bare me pucha phir mene kaha ki me apke itane pas tha to apne kuchh. I think he doesn't want to get married because of me".Jen was startled. It was a confession, a small one but still a confession. Hannah felt guilty and worried that her father would spent his life alone because of her. And she was probably right, at least to some extent."Hannah? Your father is a grown man who makes his own choices. Trust me, if he wanted to get married again he would do it without asking for your permission. I'm sure that he thinks about you but a man like your father-" Like. So I was surprised that she kept on talking with me. After the intial (and usual) put down so often experienced from the holier than thou’s, I was content upon licking my wounds over a late night coffee at home. But an hour later, after yet further reprimands and psychological bitch slaps, I realized that she was still there, jabbering away, telling me how I shouldn’t be jacking off so often, should be reading books rather, and ‘contributing to society’. Even though there was nothing I could. As we drove away, I was then stripped of all my remaining clothing and thoroughly wiped down with a wet rag.We then ended up at their clubhouse, where they dressed me in a tartan mini skirt and a basketball top (which was way too big for me). They looked like a rough bunch and there were about 15-Harley Davidson-type motorbikes in the yard. I received a drink or two before I was coerced into gobbling on cocks again. I spent the night on my knees with my head buried in some biker’s sweaty.