Fir hum terres pe chale gae upar jate uska paav sidio se fisla aur thigh me chot ayi aur usko bahot dard ho raha tha mene fatafat medical kit nikali a...r usko thik kiya fir usko back me bam laga na start kiya. mera lund dhire dhire khada ho raha tha. nisha ko pata chal gaya wo muskurai aur kaha thoda uar karo waha dard ho raha he fir mene uske top ko upar kiya waha usko bra dikh rahi thi mene halkle se touch kiya usne koi reaction nhi diya.Fir mene dhire se bra ke button khol diye. usne bola. Her fingers and knuckles going white from the strain of holding herself back from entering the dog pen. She continued to beg and plead with her father, "Please, Papa, please listen to me. I need your understanding," she sobbed, her heaving causing her heavy breasts to bob up and down on her chest. Her father looked at her with disgust, "Let go of the fence you cheap whore," he said. He pulled Nena forward roughly, his big laborer's hand clutching her upper arm in a vice like grip. His thick. I was glad he was home from college for the week. I finally had someone to go see that new action movie with. I descended the stairs before they had a chance to creak again. I made it to the kitchen and smiled proudly as I recalled the look on Richard’s face when my fist made contact with his nuts. I laughed. I beamed. I had taken care of myself. Dad would’ve given me a high-five, after taking his shot gun from the case. I did a happy dance. I was in such reverie I missed the slither of light. Every day I’ll carry lunch for him in the afternoon so that my husband can have, hot food, Initially there was no problem while I was taking him lunch but later on boss of my husband use stop me, have a conversation with me and allowed me to meet my husband. I use to get angry as food which I got for my husband gets cold. But in order to sustain my husband’s job I didn’t not express any anger towards him and if my husband loses this job he can’t get a job which can pay wages as this firm do..