" To what, they declined to say—"national security," they excused themselves.I never saw either Brown or Smith again, we'd been bumped higher up the...food chain. They moved me once and then again, plane trips the destinations of which they wouldn't tell me. And endless interrogators badgered me day and night for information I wouldn't reveal.Where had we been? Walking the streets. Why? Release of tension. Who was with us? Nobody. What happened to the cat I'd brought in? We'd let him go. They'd. Un khali maidano me humne chhotasa bagicha bana liya tha jisme humne pedh aur paudhe lagaye the.Humari pehli chudai ke baadse main aur Varun ghar ke andar har waqt nange hi rehte. Woh dinbhar me mujhe kumse-kum 5-6 baar chodta. Aur chutti wale din toh woh mujhe 10-11 baar chodleta.Non-stop chudai ki wajah se mera measurement change ho gaya tha. Meri chuchiya badhke 38 ki ho gayi thi. Meri kamar 28 ki aur gaand 40 ki ho gayi thi. Aiye ab story pe aati hoon.Woh Sunday ka din tha. Karan apna exam. She was married when she was a child according to their customs but she got her 1st baby when she was matured. She used to wear saree or ghaghara and she used to always cover her face with saree as per their tradition.I lived in b’lore in a single room which us usually situated in terrace and she used to live below my house. Daily she used to come on terrace to dry the clothes but never got an opportunity to talk to her as I would be in office at that time and some times when I was in room. Fuck!!!!!” Michelle moaned as this massive tool fucked her pussy deep and hard. It wasn’t long before she came again but Frank didn’t let up, he kept fucking her hard. He loved to do this to train sluts, to make them cum and cum again until they couldn’t resist his mental intimidation. With his free hand he moved it to her face and held it in place.“Whose slut are you? Whose slut are you?” he said sternly. “Frank, what?” Michelle said confused “he then reached down and pinched her nipple. .