So long as there aren't indications of sexual assault or rape.No drugsNo killing charactersNo ending the adventuresI have the right to alter any stori...s. It could be for grammatical reasons or just to add details in the character bios where others lack.UPDATE:I have decided to switch the story to PUBLIC status. But in doing so, I ask for diligence as I don't want to have to delete branches or chapters.1) Please make sure there isn't already a branch for that character.2) Please match the format. To usne mujhe bahon mai liya or kissing kerne laga kissing kerte kerte woh meri garden ko chatne laga mujhe buhat maza ane laga maine usy roka nahi phr usne meri kameez k uper sy mere chest dabaye or mere hont chosta chosta meri kameez utarne laga maine kaha bedroom mai to chal lo phr mai Usy bedroom mai ly ker gai or door band ker diya takey mere husband door k soorakh sy dekh sakain phr usne mujhe bed py letaya or meri kameez utar k mere chest paglon ki terha dabane laga mere hont choosne. He looked up into those beautiful eyes to tell her he was just putting on his shorts so she could finish her measurements. "Sir, please forgive me. I made such a mess on you. Don't move, I'll go get something to wash you off. Just hold still, I'll be right back. Then I can measure your hips and you will be ready to go," she said as she headed for the door. He laid his head back down, closed his eyes, to wait for her return. He imagined her bringing back a wet, warm washcloth and washing his. “Please, push it into me. You feel so good to me, Mr. White.”He did as I requested, but extremely slowly. My anus gradually opened to accommodate his questing finger and to trap it within me. Before I realized it was going to happen I had an orgasm. I started to cry out but managed, barely, to bury my face into his chest to muffle my screams. Mr. White waited, with his finger still in me, until I had calmed down somewhat and then began pushing his finger deeper into me until it had gone all the.