Belinda accepted her fate and bravely moved down the uneven road of life. She graduated in graphic design, got a job in an advertising agency and move... to live independently. Her parents were proud of her, and not without reason. Her colleagues liked her for she was good-natured, imaginative and could do miracles with Photoshop but felt awkward in her presence. She was different. She could not hike the mountains. She could not venture going to the seaside and change into bathing suit, because. This time, however, it was not just licking and sucking. This time, he bit down on it, making me moan in a little pain that only intensified the pleasure.‘Please Nick.’ I begged him. ‘Please let me have your cock. Please fuck me.’ I couldn’t stand the teasing any longer. He couldn’t either because he obliged, but not how I wanted him to. He went agonizingly slow. With his free hand he guided his cock to the slit of my dripping pussy. He teased it at first, getting his swollen head wet with my. Marriage was fixed in December the peak winter month in that part of country, we were a large family had very little for each other due to our busy schedules so my dad wanted my marriage to happen in native to spend good time together.Dads youngest brother had settled in Native around 100 kms from our native village, it was very helpful for us. Few months before marriage our huge old palatial bungalow with 14 rooms was renovated under uncle’s supervision & few of our relative’s bungalows were. I finished my tea and went into the living room, my wife followed still smiling. "Ok", I said, "What's up?". "I wondered whether you were in the mood for a game?", she replied. "Whose turn is it? (to choose the plot)", I asked. "Mine", she said gleefully. "You've got something planned", I said. "What's the matter, lost your bottle?", she said scornfully. Bottle!, then I remembered, in our last game I'd forced her to take most of a half pint beer bottle up her cunt, she reckoned it had hurt her.