A.A. Chillane se hi lag raha tha ki wo kitni pyaasi hai to maine kaha chilla mat koi sun lega boht der baad usne paani chod diya fir bi main chodta hi...maine lund chut se nikal kar uski gaand mein daalne laga to boht chilaayi kaha ki please isse nikalo please mai fir b laga raha aur kuch der baad use bi maza aane laga fir main speed badhane laga to kehne lagi paani mere muh me chodo to fir se maine lund uske muh me diya aur kuch der baad garam pani uske muh mein chod diya ab thodi ser tak uski. They were dead and I searched them and took the gold coins. I also took the large emergency pack by the door. After I climbed out with the pack I moved what I had in the other pack and put it on.I gestured to the girl and we started walking again. Inside the pack were ten rations and I opened one and shared it with the girl while we walked. I glanced at her as she ate and walked and kept looking around, "I wish I spoke your language."She smiled, "I speak your language."I blinked, "your. Me bht nashe me ho gai mujhse baitha bhi ni ja rha tha to me lait gaiMene ek top pehna tha jiske neck pr button the jo pta ni kb khul gye jb me leti to meri cleavage dikhne lagi or skirt upar hone ki wahah se meri panty bhi dikh rhi thiShivam ne achanak meri cleavage pr hath fer dia me boli kya kr rha h pr nashe ki wajah se hath ni hata pai…Fir usne meri chuchi dabani shuru kr di to me ulta hokr let gai taki wo chhu na pae usne rohit ko bahar bheja or meri panty utar kr mere gand me apna lund. It would be just like I read in the story, where the wife made herhusband set and watch the baby shows she had taped. He was also kept in aplaypen with a harness and chain, almost like the one that is holding me.So here I sat feeling just as helpless as the guy in the story, andpretending that I was forced to dress as a baby girl, that was nowsecured in a playpen just like the husband in the story. I was pretendingto be that husband I had read all about, who was being punished, andtreated as an.