After you enter stage 6, you won't even leave, because after you feel a stick in your ass, you'll always want more!STAGE 7In stage 7, the horn became ...nimportant, the wife did not call him, he has no value at all, he will be treated like a housemaid, his job will be to clean the house, take care of the c***dren, and give all his money the wife, who now fucks with whomever she wants, wherever she wants, anytime she wants and without worrying about anyone knowing, because now the husband has. ..”“Trust me, look at them. Everyone would fuck you if they could.”Walking further, “See any you would let fuck you?”“What? No!”“Oh come on. Remember, more lady like. Guys check you out... you check them out.”There was a guy coming towards us.“Smile at him as he passes.”“What?” Then I realize what he said. As the guys walks by, he looks straight at me. I smile at him before looking away. Then glancing over my shoulder, I see him checking me out.Every guy we pass, same thing. He’s right, they. Fir hmari relation badhne lge. Vo localite thi.Ik din hume kise friend ki shadi ki party mein out of sation jana tha. Party mein humne bhut masti par masti mein time kya dhyan nahi diya aur late ho gye usne kha ki mene ghar bhi nahi btaya ha so mein ghar bhi nahi ja sakti.Mene kha ghar par bol do ki mein aj hostel mein friends ke pass rhunge aur humne ik hotel ka room book kiya. Winter season hone ki vjh se bhut sardi thi hume room bhi non-ac jisme sirf ik kambal tha.Hom dodno ko bhut thand lag. I had laid my sleeping bag behind the couch while she retreated to one of the lofts where the women were sleeping.There was a hand over my mouth and in the shadows of the room I could not tell who it was. The perfume and smell of the hair that brushed my face as they leaned over me to whisper “be still!” were definitely female, but all seven daughters looked remarkably similar and even their Mom could have passed as a sibling.I felt my sleeping bag which was unzipped, being pulled open and.