He then reached down and adjusted the dildo which penetrated her deeply, and then left the room silently.Anne hung from the ceiling, waiting for somet...ing to happen. She peed once again, thinking about how she had lost most of her pride. It felt normal to simply pee in this place. Her back and shoulders began to ache, and her legs were tired from standing. The dildo distracted her somewhat. She noticed after a bit that it was vibrating very slightly. She wiggled her hips, trying to find a more. Aur rat aa gai…..Mere ko kavita bulane aai…..Mai bhi isi ka wait kar rha tha….Aur mai uske ghar gya…..Mai pehle aunty ki gand marna chahta tha ……So mai piche se aunty ko pakad kar….Godi me utha kiya….Aunty sarma rhi thi….Mai unko lekar bed room me gya ……Phir maine apna sara kapda nikal ka nanga ho gya,,mera lund khada tha aunty usko dekh kar aunty boli….Tera to bahut bda hai…..Plz aaram se meri gand marna mai baht jor se gand marna chahta tha aunty ka…..Taki unko khub pain ho….Ab maine aunty ko. Mouth dry. Cunt wet. I turn towards the house. She stands at the glass. Naked now.I walk forwards. Eyes fixed on hers. I stand before the glass breathing hard. I break her gaze. I look down at her breasts. Large. Beautifully formed. Large nipples. Stiff. Pointing at me. Down. Flat tummy. Pussy. Black, hairy bush.She leans against the glass. Hands flat. Either side of her head. I copy her, my hands on hers through the glass. Our faces two centimeters apart, glass between us. Gazing into each. ”“Why would I do that?” she asked.“Because you were bored with your life, with everything about it,” I said. “It wasn’t enough that you were beautiful and smart. You needed more thrills, less reality. Even sex had lost it’s thrill for you ... Jesus, why I am even explaining this? Goddam it, Doc!”“That’s hard to believe,” she said, still very much in character. “But I guess you were there.”“So were you! But you couldn’t possibly have been, could you?” I said, beginning to wonder if I had a.