It seemed like Vanessa tried to push something up her butt for the first time, as a new way to masturbate herself, though she wouldn't want to admit i... at first. I finally pulled the bend, warm evidence out of my maid's rear - and noticed that her butthole was unacceptably tight. Some interesting ideas sprang to my mind.I thought of a fitting way to punish Vanessa for diverting household stocks without my orders, and at the same time to increase her rear capacity. This would become an. All I would ask is that you try and understand my thoughts and feelings on what is a difficult and now quite painful subject.As I sit here and type this making many mistakes with my long red painted nails touching the keyboard gently, I find these mistakes tiresome and frustrating but there is nothing that I can do about it now.My red lips are freshly painted, my normally mascara-coated lashes are long and fluttering and I have no less than three earrings dangling from each of my pierced. It was ten days’ holidays so I decided to go to Delhi and meet my friends. My most of the friends are doing their b tech from the colleges in the gaziabad. I reached delhi in the morning by train. My friend was there to pick me up. We went to his room. He has a flat with a room partner who had gone home on the holidays. Riya, its name of my friend, was to come in the evening to meet me. We had planned to visit few places. Let me tell you a little about her.She is very fair. 5’4’’ height. Her. I...I can't believe it. I AM happy. I was so angry a moment ago, but you really can do it!" she tittered.Not feeling comfortable with myself, or what I'd done, I started to move the switch back off, but she stopped me, sensing what I was doing. "Don't you dare take this away! Okay, you wanted me to believe, I believe. Just don't take this away. You're better than an anti-depressant." She looked at me with a slight smile on her lips, but it slowly straightened out on its own. "You still cheated.