When Reshma was born, Sunita continued to share her new milk with Salman who she treated like her own son. The 2 children played together and grew up ...ike brother and sister. They would eat together, sleep together, fight together like any normal brother and sister. Salman was an only child and rarely spent time with his own parents who were more interested with social life. Reshma didn’t find out till many years later that her own father was an uncle to Salman, who had spent a night of passion. She is curvy, yet skinny, and it is amazing to think that she has had three children, the oldest being 17 and a good friend of mine. She is also the subject of many of my fantasies. I could feel a minor erection begin to push against my suit trousers. “They must be desperate for members if you’re in the club,” she joked to me as I entered the hotel. I chuckled and I found it hard to keep my eyes off her body. The tight white shirt made her breasts very prominent and the tight black trousers. .''money think anout the money'' i tried to conviced myself not to run awayi never had pit on make up or lipsgloss, but there i was making my lipse pink and glitteringknowing exactly why iam getting prepared made me think of him in my mouth''money money....''putting on the pink gloss and i was ready once i took the brunette wig and look at me in the mirrori was a cute , sexy , white sissyi wall nervously , to his officethe place i will seal the deal, with my mouth, Mike the CEO a tall big frame. He was fucking me. He was r****g me. Taking what no man has the right to take. I hated him so much then. I could feel my skin get hot and my rage flare. God I hated him...because I liked it. Oh heaven help my, I loved it! I began to cry then. No sobbing or choking through my underwear still jammed in my mouth. Just tears running down the sides of my face. He saw my tears and licked them off, the sick fucker. My sick fucker. With his hard dick buried deep in my guts. Guts that.