Abb mai kahni pe ata hu , diwali ki chuttio pe mai ghar gaya tha mai koi 15 din ki chute oe gaya tha .mere dono mami ke chite bacche the ghar jake ke ...ata chala ki mama ke cousin ki sadi hai sab ko sadi me jana tha but unka gao bahut dur the aur mamio ke abcche hone ki wajha se wo log nahi ja rahi thi ghar kaKhayal rakhne ke liye koi nah tha to mujhe rat me rukne ke liye bola gaya mai to khus ho gaya badi mami bhi samajh gayi ki mai kyu khus hu. Sadi wale din jab sab chale gaye to mai uanke. It makes me feel good that you wanted to fuck me. It actually makes me very wet to even think about it.”It was as if the floodgates to the dam had been opened. All the pent-up emotion and desire for her slammed into me in that moment. She was right. I didn’t want to “be with her”. I didn’t want to “know her in the biblical sense”. I didn’t want to “make love”. I wanted to fuck her. No, that didn’t quite describe what I was feeling. I wanted to “FUCK!!” her!CHAPTER 3I stepped up to her, pulling. I want to keep this memory all to myself". "I want to see you cum, ok?"."I'm close" she says. The air is thick with her scent. Her breathing has gotten heavy and she is moaning and gasping and as her hips start to buck up and down rapidly, faster and faster, she is cumming. She keeps those fingers rubbing her pussy lips until her breathing slows and her climax is over. Her hand is drenched with her juices and the desk has a huge wet spot. She gets down from the desk and says "ok, Bobbie, let's. I stupidly accepted the bet even though I’ve never done any rope bondage before.”I’m tempted to say, ‘Well, that wasn’t a very good bet to make, then,’ but I hold my tongue.“What’s the penalty for losing the bet?” I ask.“The loser’s slave gets locked in the dungeon for three days. I don’t want that to happen to Drippy.”I move closer and see that ‘Drippy’ is wearing a steel collar which identifies her as being owned by a particular mistress ... a ‘chattel slave’ to use La Chatte Heureuse’s.