She had made similar payments a few times in the past and had come to enjoy the experience. She always got drugs or favours which only men could provi...e in return, but never money. She wasn't a cheap whore, after all, even though she usually dressed like a slut.The date-rape drug Grata had so far consumed wasn't enough to knock her out or make her lose all memory; it just put her in a receptive mood and fogged up her reasoning powers. Therefore, when Britney was holding her tight and rubbing up. Everyone in that house was naked, lying on the ground or standing up and fucking whichever person they wanted to fuck. In that quiet little town, I thought that the tight knit community would gather for sermons on Sundays and listen to a local preacher. But instead, they gathered in that white house and fucked to their heart’s content. Well, I suppose that could be considered an equivalent of going to church. Feeling a little tired, I tried to go to sleep, but the images of the townsfolk. She felt it coming quickly and just as she arched her back, it struck without mercy.Her cry echoed across the woods and, if she had been aware, she would have seen several birds startled into flight because of it. She fell back against her rock throne panting as if she had run several miles. Her eyes opened slowly as she took her hand from her shorts and wiped it across her ground cover.“It’s only a temporary reprieve, is it not?”The voice started her, she twisted sharply and almost fell. She. Unka lund meri hatho mein kafi zyada tann chukka tha. Papa meri choot ko sahla rahe the. Jaise ki unhe pata hi na ho ki woh kya kar rahe hai.Kuch der baad main uthi aur apni ghutno mein unke taraf peet dikhakar baith gayi. Main mud kar papa se boli: Chalo aapko ek aur cheez dikhati hun. Meri dress uthaiye peeche se.Papa: Pa… par woh kyu?Main: Are papa, uthao to sahi.Papa: Nahi nahi, galat hai.Main: Offo, ab bhi aap ko galat hai sab, samne chuwa na aapne mujhe, to fir? Waise bhi koi nahi haina.