Thodi der unke chut marne ke baad mere dimmag mein kuch kurafaat jaga aur aaj meine unke gaand marne ka socha aur phir lund ko dhere se bahar nikala a...r ice-cream jo thoda sa tha usse lund par laga kar unke gaand mein daalne laga. Bhabhi ko jab laga ke mere dimaag mein kya chal rha h toh who bhaagne ke koshish karne lagi par mein ne usse jor se pakad liya aur lund ko jor se unke gaand mein daal diya tha.Bhabhi:- maadarchod kya kiya tumne mere gaand maar di, aaj tak mein ne apne pati ko gaand. Still, like an idiot I trusted her!"The officer frowned. "Mark, you need to stop being so hard on yourself.You did the best you could, given your situation. Cooperating was yourbest chance of survival at that time." He glanced at his watch and thenresumed the story. "Warner's interrogation led us to a few contact points,and eventually we found the cabin that your stepmother had taken you to.It was here that we found a car with your backpack in it, and we knew wewere looking in the right. "That's right, and what turns you on?" I like being humiliated and abused," she cried."Say it again." I'm a whore and I like being humiliated and abused." Again." I'm a whore and I like being humiliated and abused," and with a shriek, she came all over her fingers.Worried we might be discovered, I quickly peered around at the door to see if anyone had heard the shriek and come to investigate. Thankfully no one was there."That'll do whore. You can cover yourself up now." Thank you Master," she. My name is Jack Hoover, and my life sucked. Royally! I had just come home from work at my demeaning job. I had finally had enough of the pompous asses at that country club. I had worked there as a gardener for the last five years. I had quit college after getting married so I could support my wife, Alice, as she finished her degree. She was further along than I was so we figured it would be easier for her to finish then support us when I went back.She had graduated over a year ago. I had not.