I finished reading the books in no time so I had to go get new ones, at least; that’s what I tried to convince myself of, while I knew very well tha... it was a lame excuse to see him again. I told to myself: will I meet him again? Probably not. Will I run away again like a coward? Probably yes. I felt really silly, just like a little girl having her first crash. How could I ever consider talking to him, I shouldn’t even be thinking about him, he was so hot and I was a total dork with my 5’2’’. Through a friendly chat during regular car journey, I could find that her hus will be on a US tour and her son will be going for along vacation to her house.. I also found that due to early morning rush madam usually go for bath only in the evening.. By that time only she will be at home and the maid would hv already left home..Finally the vacation days reached. No one at home other than madam. One day evening I decided to explore.. By this time my other driver friends really got impatient. He could see it now. Spread. Im going to fuck that sopping cunt again imagining its your lifeless body after ive crushed you. She groaned and complied. She was a good girl for her Master. He climbed on top of her, his hand grabbing her neck whilst he entered her. She was still sopping. He squeezed her neck tightly – realising for the first time how fragile she really was. ……….. It was the day. He told her of his intentions. He wanted her to anticipate it. Hed been masturbating thinking about it. When she remembered the panties, she hurried to her dresser, opened the drawer and there they were, folded into a pad, liberally stained with sperm which had dried during the night.Everything rushed back to her then, but especially the promise of her first fuck. She had heard older girls talk about how it hurt to get your cherry broken that first time, but she refused to feel anything but wild, wonderful excitement as she recalled the bigness and strongness of her father's cock, and thought how.