Main: To woh baat bhi thapad marte hue bolona.Akash dubara meri gand par thapado ki bauchaar karta hua bola: Maar maar ke chodunga apni bhaiya ki biwi...ko agar woh nahi karne di to.Main: Ah! Sirf choot chodoge meri? Apni Shobha bhabhi ki?Akash: Choot aur gand dono chodunga apni bhabhi ki. Chodh chod ke phad dunga apni bhabhi ki gand.Main: Ah! Oh! Tum to apni bhabhi ko barbad kar doge.Akash: Haan! Chodh chod ke apni bhabhi ko bhaiya ko muh dikhane layak nahi chhodunga. Aise! Aise!! Aise chod chod. He listenedto my explanation and when he heard that it was being encouraged by theteachers he got on the phone and called our lawyer and his brother. Hisanger was apparent; he wouldn't call them unless he was really pissed offat someone.My uncle just happened to be vice principal and was out at a meeting allday today. To him the coincidence of him not being there and the teachersabusing me was no coincidence in his or dad's eyes. My uncle is mystaunchest defender and at the first sign of. ”Lie on my lap,” he ordered. I laid down stomach first on his lap. He lifted up my skirt revealing my bare ass. He slapped it and yelled; “Don’t tease me when your sisters are around.”He slapped it hard. I smiled and slightly spread my legs. He slapped me again and I spread my legs open a little more. I could feel his cock growing in his pants. It felt cool as it rubbed against my stomach. He slapped my ass again. And I spread my legs even farther. He stuck his fingers in my pussy.“Do you like. Now name your price.”“What didn’t you understand when I said he wasn’t for sale?”“I insist you sell him to me. Now name your damn price.”“You won’t take no for an answer then?”“No I won’t.”“Will you pay any price I require?”Martha was crying in the background as this was going on. “Yes damn it! Now name your price so we can be done with this foul business.”“Then I will take your wife Martha as my slave for the return of him. That is my price which you have already agreed to pay.”The room was.