Her ass is more inviting. I am longing for fucking her hell out. She resides with her husband and a child. And I reside next to her house and we are k...own to each other, since long. I had feelings on her but never expressed due to reputation as I am known to be a well behaved gentlemen.A fine day she came to mall in the city for shopping and I went there for killing time. I seen and went to her asked about her hubby but she was alone there. I told her if any help required she said she needs to. As the door closed behind her, the dirty blonde haired boy felt a part of him leave with her. He had tried once again to fix things he’d failed. Jon cracked his knuckles and sighed. His and Collins plan wasn’t working. ‘In fact, I think I actually made things worse.’ Jon couldn’t help but think. Tonight she was probably just going to go home, tell Jason what happened, and he presumed by about three tonight he would be in the emergency room. ‘What mother fucker? You lock my girl in a room and. This story I am writing is a true encounter of events which actually happened to me a few days ago.The heroine of the story is Divya and she lives in my opposite flat. She was a house wife with a 4 year kid. She was married for about four to five years and her husband was from the IT background and was working in one of the reputed companies. We already exchanged our numbers during a flat association meeting. We use to talk a lot as her husband will be always late from office and I liked her. Frederica was standing near the thirsty but interested Francine."That girl looks battered" She was a fighter - a Female Fighting Slave. But she lost too many matches and cost her Master much money. So now she helps pull a cart. She may be a crap fighter but she can run fast and keep it up for hours. She is strong, but when she came here she was no more impressive than you. We train our Slaves well." But you are a slave yourself!" A privileged Slave, though. Which you will never be, poor.