The first thrust catches me off guard as you crash into me. Your movements come hard and fast. I can barely feel one thrust before another one is en...ering. Whap!You pop my ass and you thrust your cock into me at an alarming rate. I feel your cock pulse as I know you cannot keep up this luxurious pace. To give yourself time to recharge, you push the head of the plug into my vulva and twist. My hips begin to stir but remembering your commands, I stop.“Good girl,” you praise. You pull. She skin was naturally tanned because she seemed to be Hispanic, but far from those barrio chollas (ghetto bitches), which annoyed the hell out of me. I came up to the register and she greeted me with a great smile. Something you didn’t always get in a lot of fast food places. She must be new. The job hadn’t been given the time to break her spirit yet. Still, I appreciated the smile and decided to flirt with her a while in real life and depending on how she acted, was how I was going to treat. Hoping fervently that they would be honest and trustworthy. Live their lives to the fullest and to the best of their ability. As talks of war begin a song comes to mind, my eyes fill with tears… Little child, dry your crying eyes How can I explain the fear you feel inside? Cause you were born into this evil world Where man is killing man And no one knows just why. What we have become Just look what we have done, All that we have destroyed You must build again When the children cry Let them know. Jack. We were now Mr. And Mrs. Jack. We reached the temple and the priest took us to a corner where there was a pandaal in the center and a few people had gathered. She took me there and I sat next to her as the pandit started reciting mantras. I looked at my mother. She looked so beautiful dressed as a bride. I felt as in dream. And who were all these people my mother had gathered to witness the tying of our unholy incestuous knot. The priest then asked me to put some indoor (vermillion) in.