Maine kahaa kyo randi saali bahut hoshiyaar samjhti hai khud ko…….saali kutiyaa ab jab taine meri fajihat karne kaa man bana hi liya hai…..toh m...i eise hi fajihat nahi karaaungaa….saali moti tujhse apni fajihat kaa badlaa mai abhi hi lungaa fajihat tu chaahai baad mai kar dena…….Moti mera yai roop dekh kar dar gayi…….or boli tum jao yahaa sai mai kisi sai kuch nahi kahungi…..tum aaj hi yai makaan khaali kar do mai sab samhaal lungi……meri himmat or badh gayi……….maine kaha nahi kutiyaa aaj toh. Looking at herself in the full length mirror, she thought she looked good for it, and decided her breasts had perhaps grown a cup size, and simply bought a couple of new bras.A month later, and these bras also seemed a little tight, and as Liz looked at them in the mirror, they seemed a little larger, but still firm. In fact, firmer than they had ever been. Firm enough not to even need a bra. And her waist line? Was she losing weight?Climbing on the scales she was a little disappointed to see. We watch them treated as nothing more than wanting holes for the purpose of relieving unrestrained and out-of-control carnal desire. We consider whether she approves of this, or even enjoys it. Perhaps she is willfully playing the part. Perhaps, you think, because of some combination of vanity and arousal, she eagerly volunteers to be beaten and humiliated for your pleasure. But if you believe that, you do not know who she is. She volunteers to be beaten not to stimulate your fleeting and. I thought it was going to be a quick peck but clearly she had other ideas. She placed her hand on the back of my head and opened her mouth, letting her tounge explore my mouth and swirl around my tounge. After a few seconds she pulled back and made a contented 'mmmm' sound as she shifted the car into drive and we drove off.The half hour drive to the art show was nice once I got over my nervousness and just let the conversation flow. We talked about our families and living in the city and our.