Mene uske boobs ka sara doodh pi liya phir mene uski penty utari .Kya chut thi uski ek dum gulabi. Halke halke baal bhi uspar. Mene apna muh uske upar...rakh diya or chatne lag gya. Wo aaahhh ahhhhhhh kar rhi thi par nhi to wo khuch bol rhi thi or na hi me . Uska ched jayada bada nhi tha. Me uski chut me anguli dali to uchalne lag yi or jor se mmmmmm ahhhhahmamam maaa karne lag gyi. Phir thidi der me uska ras nikal gya me wo pi gya. Phir me apna lund leke uske muh ke pass gya wo samj gyi or mera. To this end master had introduced a regime of diet drinks & energy vitamin drinks, that produced hardly or no faecal matter. A simple hot enema cleaned us, for weeks at a time. This was very uncomfortable as we still desperately needed to wee though. Unfortunately it was discovered that this could be left for quite some time, days & weeks with the only side effect being our extreme discomfort.The next weekender was the annual month away. The day before master had guests 3 men & one of the. Three months later Rowena opened the door to find a policeman standing there. She knew before he even spoke. She simply said, ‘Ken!’ He nodded. Ken had been killed in a car accident on his way to work. Rowena fainted, and the shock caused her to abort the child. Since that awful day Rowena had wandered across an emotional wasteland. At first, nothing could console her for her double loss. She told her story to anyone who would listen, and wept endlessly. Later she ceased weeping and seemed to. "May I have this dance?"We started to dance around and around. I felt my head spinning as the nutcracker seemed to get bigger and bigger. I wanted to stop, but some outside force made me continue to dance. Dance until the nutcracker and I were the same size."What's going on?" I asked confused."What do you mean, my sugarplum princess?" The man who was a nutcracker said to me. "I am the prince of the dolls, Princess Erica." Princess?" I said in a confused tone as I looked down to find myself in a.