I still had to go through the agreement before I signed it on Tuesday, but for now, my housemates and I were contented and satiated. We all left to ge... cleaned up and rest before going out that evening for dinner.On Tuesday afternoon at two p.m., we met at the patio. Again, as usual, I was the only one naked and my housemates were all dressed. It was time for all of us to go through the agreement, line-by-line, and sign it.Matt started the proceedings by reading the preamble of the agreement,. Chaliye story par aate hai. Ye baat mere class 12th ki hai jab meri age 18 years thi. Main Delhi mein rehta tha aur meri didi jiska naam Poonam (real name) hai. woh bhi Delhi mein hi rehti thi. Poonam didi par aate hai. Unke dudh bohut bade bade the. Shayad 36 ke honge aur gaand ka kya kehna.Itni moti aur mast gaand thi unki. Unka ek nithalla pati bhi tha jo kaam nahi karta tha. Kaise na kaise karke uski ek job lagwayi gayi. Lekin baat yaha Poonam didi ki hai. Unko dekh kar hamesha lagta tha ki. " No fucking way. I gonna leave a gift for your husband. Several gifts," and he pushed open my legs, stared at my nakedness for a moment and put his cock at my opening.I didn't know if I was even ready, but amazingly I was wet enough for him to drive himself into me. I'd never been treated like this before, but somehow my body was responding. In a single thrust his cock slammed all the way up to my cervix, giving me a sickening shot of pain. His hard thrusts continued, seemingly forever while. "Who was this girl?" Um, it was, uh, Cassie. Cassandra diCarlo." He looked smug, thinking he now had the inside track. I was thinking, however, that Cassie was going to learn a lesson about discretion on her next visit, and that she'd probably never speak to him again.I turned to the girl, still sitting half out of the SUV. "Katy, I gather you aren't going along with this voluntarily?"She was still pissed, and it showed in her voice, but it didn't override her manners, "No, Sir, Mr. Brenneman!.