I stand. My growing penis strains against the straps ofthe g-string. You notice with approval. As I reach for food, you continue to look at me with a ...ustful decadent hunger. The intensity of your stare is unsettling. I am you prey, and you are waiting to pounce. It is clearly your intent to toy with me and tease me without mercy before pillaging me and using me to gratify your carnal appetite. You shift, straightening your body as your hunger turns impish. I feel your bare foot slide between. Ika room antha romantic ga marindi. Time gadustundi. Nenu mausi tho muchatlu patadam modalatanu. Matalo thanu chabutu thana life gurinchi start aindi thana lonely life amei widowed since 13 years. I anukuna mausi chala akali tho undochu dengichkodaniki ani anukuna . Apati ki varsham galliaga ledu inka 2 hours aindi, at 9 p.m. thanu andhi ei varsham lo intik iathe velalevu intiki phone chesi chepu ani andhi. Nenu anukunadi aithundi ankunanu manasulo thanu vanta chestanu antu vellindi nuvu fresh. I caught a bunch of her pubic hairs and pulled. She whined in pain. I replied with a slap.“Jab mein kuchh poochhoon to jawab do. (When I ask something then you reply.)”She said “ji (yes)”. I pulled her ears making her bend. I brought her face close to mine and shouted “ji kya? (Yes what?)”“Ji Malkin!”, was her reply. I slapped her hanging breasts just for the fun of it.Then I went on to explain that she will be punished every time she makes a mistake. And her biggest mistake is playing with her. TaraThere had been days in her life when Jeanne hate being born a woman. From the moment she was born, she learned from her mother the ways of life in Pladir. For a girl, that meant a life of drudgery. She was to sweat in the day and suffered humiliation in the night. It was a life of hard work, kneeling and bowing to men. Yes, there had been days in her life when Jeanne hated being born a woman. Today was not one of them.The day had started out uneventfully. As her master visited the city, all.