Wo aadhe nind me hi thi maine us k boobs k sath bohot khela use dabaya suck kiya ab mera land khada ho chukka tha so mai ne us k chut pe apni thuk lag...yi and apna lad dalne ki koshis karne laga but wo andar nahi jar aha tha Q ki uski chut bohot tight thi or land dalte dalte mera pani chhut gaya us chut pe hi mai land andar dal hi nahi paya or fir mai use k sath naga Hi chhipak k so gaya Subah jab wo uthi or use ne ham dono ko nage halat me dekha to chikh padi or fir mai utha usne muze 1le to do. She was contacted by an old friend, Jade, who had a daughter who once come over to play when they were very little. Her daughter, Jasmine, would soon be turning sixteen, and being a good, affluent mother, she was in the market for a new slaveboy. Alex’s mother, with many assurances that he would be treated kindly and safely, sold Alex over to a brand new life, and tearfully said goodbye. As previously mentioned, Alex’s advanced age upon being sold both spared him the horrors of the average male. But as she opened her eyes and saw herself in the mirror she was reminded that she might not be the same woman he had married. The woman looking back from the mirror at her was oozing sex appeal, from her tousled hair to her painted pout she looked like she knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go after it."Baby, I'm home..." Startled, she jumped at the sound of her man's voice. She was so caught up in her thoughts she had missed the sound of the door in the other room opening. "I'm. . I sure as hell ain't the kid's father!"I picked up my Glock, put it back in my belt, and turned to walk through the crowd. They parted faster than a trailer tramp's legs at a NASCAR party. I heard several apologies and a few even looked me in the eye. As I reached the driveway I heard Teresa scream behind me."NO! Doug wait, please don't go. I can't live without you, Doug!" she screamed as she fell to ground weeping. "You have to come home, you just have to..."I turned around and looked at.