I started kissing her and she didn’t respond by kissing back at first.After some time she started kissing back. My hands were in her boobs squeezing...those melons and my lips kissing her. All I could think of at that moment was to rip her nighty off and fuck her right then and there. But unfortunately, Deeksha came out of the room after her bath.We stopped doing whatever we were doing. I put a bit distance between me and Rajitha and pretended as if nothing happened, so did Rajitha. Deeksha came. Obviously if the slut is not eager and happy to serve men like it was born to do, it must be malfunctional and therefore must be put down. It's not like it matters very much though. Like I said, they're all a dime a dozen.Cunts and whores are solely the property of men. Most households own a total of 4 cunts: a dishwasher, a urinal, a washing machine, and a standard slave cunt. However, all cunts are interchangeable because since birth they are all trained with the same capabilities of pleasing. I had the urge to kiss her lovely face and threw caution to the wind, and kissed her soft lips; she didn’t shy away but seemed to return the kiss, although at her age I wondered if she knew how. She then took me by surprise when she asked “will you touch me like you did the other night” I didn’t know what to say whether to try and make out it was an accident or just say yes to her, but with the week end fast approaching and she would be going home and I wouldn’t see her for at least a year I. Then I turned on my bling to show her. I sat down on her footstool and gave her a summary of my last six weeks as I held her hands in mine.I stopped and looked at her, searching for her responses. She bent forward and kissed me on the lips gently. “You always were a special child,” she said. “I’m pleased that you are still willing to help others. You have always done so. I think you may need to put some more effort into finding your life partners. Your needs demand this. You can’t just keep.