Fuck him. Fuck them all. She was done. Out of here. There was no way she was going to put up with this bullshit anymore. People walking all over her, ...reating her like she was some kind of communal whipping post just because she wasn’t In The Band. Hell, she paid rent here, too. More than her share most of the time, the broke-ass motherfuckers. And cleaned up after them. And kept the kitchen stocked. And kept him from flipping out on them when he was in one of his moods. It had all been. I wondered how you felt about being the damsel in distress needingto be rescued by the dashing hunk i.e. me?!" he asked."Well, I'm not sure that I like your rescue technique if that's what youcall it! The whole reason I came to you was because I thought you wouldhelp me, but all you've done is humiliate me even more. I thought we werefriends and that I could trust you, but since becoming John you'vechanged." That's a bit ungrateful, you're the one who suggested this. I just findthis whole. Or mummy tutions bhi padhati hai . Tutuins me 5 ladke aate hai jisme se 4 unke school ke hai or ek mera friend ha.Vo sabh class 11 me hai. Vo chemistry padhati hai.Vo mostly suit pehnti hai jsime se unke boobs hamesha dikh rhe hote hai. Maine unke students ko kai baar baat krte hue suna hai or vo chupke se photo bhi nikalte hai . Padhate waqt mummy ka kahi baar duptta niche gir jaata hai or unke sare boobs dikhne lagte hai. Mummy apne students se bhot frank hai vo unke sath bike pe ya car me. "Nice show - I'm impressed" she laughed, as she leaned back against the bedroom door. "Of course, judging by the marks all over your ass, you must have done something wrong, Mother dear" she smirked. My lover sat back down on the bed, a lazy smile on his face, as well. He'd seen several pictures of my daughter, and had always had a thing for her, even though he was twenty-five years older. I'd always told him that she was too young and naive, and wouldn't want anything to do with him, even.