Wondering how deep into his head Ludvine had already gotten. ‘That manipulative bitch.’ she spat. ‘Whose baby is that?’ he demanded, his voice...low and deadly and she looked at him in shock and disbelief. Was he actually questioning her because of a letter? She would not dignify his insulting question with an answer. She turned away from him and he grabbed her arm. ‘You better fucking answer me Jezebel.’ ‘Let go.’ she said her anger really growing. She had tried to be some what civil, but now. With no weather protection available she never bothered to shield herself from the torrential downpour. Only about fifty metres away was the railway station and ninety minutes later she would be home, naked and being fucked.She heard the familiar sound of a train rumbling towards the station as she stepped back into the rain. She put her head down and ran as quickly as her heels would take her across Railway Parade. Thanks to the wind carrying away most of the sound, the train was much closer. Me: Master-ji, I mean err… I do not have a c***d till now. So, you can understand probably that… Master-ji was witty enough to get what I meant and exclaimed, ‘Oh! I can understand Madam, but then the only hope is also gone!’ I was so thankful that Master-ji understood me at once, but that rascal Ramlal was after me. Ramlal: But Madam, I have heard if proper sucking is done on the breasts, unmarried females can also produce milk. Me: Just shut up! Master-ji, please… Master-ji: Ramlal,. To meine apne frnd se bola mazak mat kro aur kabhi usko dekha hai vo kitni moti hai . To vo kehne lga ki moti ha to kya hua sex krne krne k liye best hai aur mujhse kehne lga ki use propose kro aur kuch din baad meine use mazak me propose kiya to usne haste hue accept kr liya tab mujhe bhi lga ki uske dil me mere liye kuch hai fir hum dono saari raat phone pr baatein krte thae. Fir dheere dheere sex ki baatein shuru ho gyi aur ek din meine use bola ki mein use kiss krna chahata hu to vo boli ki.