I wasmade to kneel in what can only be described as a dressing room. And thenthere she was standing arrogantly in the doorway. My heart skipped a beat...nd then began to run like a steam train. She strode into the room allgleaming leather"Pleased to see me my sissy bitch?" she chuckledI did not answer.....could not answer! The only way I could show that Iwas, was to crawl and meet her, rub myself around her legs and lick ather boots avidly."Come bitch time to get you ready to meet my. I was helpless against his pushing and pulling. I sobbed as he continued humping onto me. I struggled against him, hitting and slapping at him as he thrust into me deeper and deeper. I felt my body being filled delightfully, despite the fact that he was taking me against my will. He seemed to laugh in the moans he breathed as he pumped my cunt... Tears streamed down my cheek as his breath burned my soft skin. The sensation of being used in such a wild manner scared me and for some reason I. He always commented that we were really good at kissing. I think that was an understatement. Pretty soon, hands started to wander, as they were prone to do. I loved running my hands over his short cropped hair, his neck, his chest, his back, and of course his cock. His hands always found my breasts, sneaking under my shirt and into my bra. He was fascinated by breasts and could spend hours there. He knew I loved the feeling of his hands in my hair, sometimes pulling gently so he could access. I am in the age of 24 only. Uncle is having three children. Elder boy is 19 years and not mentally sound, younger girl 15 years and study in 10 standard and younger boy is 6 years and in 2 class. These children are looking after by h aunty’s elder sister. She is in farrukabad. Uncle and aunty are staying with me in Delhi. My parents are also in the village.After the heart-stroke of uncle, aunty is very much upset. She needs huge money and all help from me to the treatment and expenses of her.