I mulled over this word in my head and again it felt nothing like fatherhood. It was a word to belittle me and humiliate me and I strained at the leas... to be used like this. He had called me ‘Sarah’ – a girl’s name and I loved it – more humiliation.We stopped at a small block of flats on the outskirts of Chobham. Actually to call it a flat was a misnomer as he had the whole ground floor of a large house. I came to love this rambling shag palace, but on this day I was just aware that here was a. Briefly he flicks his tongue over my nipple and blows gently, the coldness making it pucker and harden more, and I moan. He strokes down my other arm with his fingertips, again ending at my breast, this time teasing with his fingers, and I roll my hips to press up against him, already impatient for him to touch me there. He tuts and pushes me down, telling me I will have to wait. Leisurely, he walks to the bedside table again, and produces more ribbons. He spends some time fastening them. Next day dinner karne ke baad maine amar se pooch ki kya baat hai kal tumhe neend mani aayee kya , usne kaha nahi bhabhi acchi neend aayee, maine kaha to phir mere kamre ke bahar kya kar rehe the , amar sharmagaya maine kaha kyon sharmarahe ho tumhe kya chayhiye, woh kuch nahi bola phir maine use ek kiss kiya to woh bol ada bhabhi pls mujhe aapko chodna hai , maine kaha pagal ladke main to itne dino se iske liye taras rahi hoon chal ab der mat kar . Usne mujhe baho main bhar liya our pagalo ki. I tried to relax after that but it was difficult as I was eager for Jim to return and see if he was as much fun as his brother. An hour passed and he had not returned but then the phone rang. I picked it up and heard Jim’s voice on the other end. “Are you waiting for me to come back and fuck you little girl” I heard him say. I was shocked by his tone but at the same time turned on by the sheer dirtiness of it. I decided to play along with it. “Yes please, My pussy is soaking wet waiting for you.