"Feeding time, my pet," the wordsmade her heart jump. However it was not the words, but rather the voice thatspoke them. As she smiled upon hearing hi..., she felt something being thrown ather. It was food scraps. She grasped the scraps and ate hungrily, as though shehad not eaten in days. She was fairly skinny, but not enough to show starvation.She ate until her belly was full, smiling as she knew she would not be harmed.? Two days later she awoke to the soundof that same door opening, and the. Haiiiiiiiiii…. Kuch karo’ ‘thoda dard ho sakta hai par ilaaj ke beech me ruk nahi sakte, to aap chahe to hum ruk jaate hai ya fir shuru hone baad dard ke karan ruk nahi sakte’ ‘nahi, ruko mat, ilaaj poora hona chahiye, rukna mat amin kahoo to bhi nahi’ unhone dheere se us rod ko mere chut ke chhed pe rakha aur ek jhatke me andar daal diya.. Meri cheekh nikal gayi. Aankho se aansoo aane lage, meri chut me itni zor ka dard hua.. ‘thodi der me sab theek ho jaega, bas leti raho’ aur thoda tel meri. Your hand reaches down under the desk and snakes around the back of my head grasping a handful of hair as you push your crotch against me. I pull my head away admiring my handiwork, your underwear is soaked, the material clinging to the swollen lips of your pussy, the hood of your clitoris proudly pushing against the wet sticky fabric. You move your hand away from my head and pull the material to one side, exposing your smoothly shaved cunt, you lips sticky with your juices and my saliva. I. I moaned as I removed my hand, the movement alone causing tingling bolts of pleasure to surge through my soaked sex, the hypersensitive flesh still raw from it’s ordeal. I took a moment to suck lightly on my fingers, I had always enjoyed my own taste, and this time was no different. Slipping my fingers beneath the waistband once more, I slowly tugged down both my pyjama bottoms and underwear, leaving them wrapped around halfway down my upper thighs, just exposing my throbbing pussy to the dark.