. Robert. For about an hour there was nothing but talk, then Robert led me into the bedroom and told me to undress. I did as he asked even though the ...oor was wide open. I asked him if he was going to fuck me now... here? He said I was going to be fucked but not by him. I stepped back with my hand to my mouth... I knew what he had in mind... but I was so aghast at the prospect. I asked him, what he meant... knowing full well what his answer was going to be. "Deanna, I think it is time you found. I am not a professional story writer so please jus read it and enjoy and if you guys want to leave any comments please do so, happy to receive comments and suggestions and thanks for reading this story.I’m from Hyderabad born and bought up in Hyderabad but now well settled in Australia the story I am writing here is the true story I did not make it up are not even its my fantasy. I am writing the way it happened no mixing anything everyone know there are lot of women who are not satisfied and I. It looked like he was walking up the side of the house. He looks out the window and points to my bag as I chuck it up to him.I back up a few steps and run towards the house and plant my right foot on the side of the house. Instead of going up, I go down, landing on my back, knocking the wind out of me as I hear dad laughing.“You no run away again,” dad says still laughing as I’m thinking about running away from home again. “Focus, Zen!”I stand up and get into Zen. I run, jump, and put my foot. Es klingelte und 6 Männer, eher kräftiger Statur betraten die Wohnung. „So Männer, dass ist meine Sklavenfotze Emma! Reitet sie gut zu, ich komme dann nachher von Arbeit und will eine gut geweitete Fotze vorfinden. Schont sie nicht, man kann sie wie eine Sexpuppe benutzen, sie wird nichts machen als dazuliegen.“ Er kam zu ihr. Emma war es leicht peinlich so nackt vor den vielen Männern zu stehen, doch sie wusste, dass es ihrem Herr so gefiel. „So kleine Hure, dann leg dich mal hin und spreiz.