Shweta kuch der tak mere lund ka maza apne chut pe leti rahi lekin jaise hi mein lund andar daalne wala that wo boli ki, “Mujhe chut mein nahi gaand...mein lund chahiye.” Jisse sun mein dang reh gaya ki yeh Shweta ne kya kha.Aur wo ghum ke kitchen ke platform ke sahare juk ke khadi hogai, jisse mujhe ussi asshole dikh rahi thi. Kya gazab ka nazara tha, Shweta mere saamne aise jhuki hui intezaar mei ki mein kab uski gaand mein apna lund daalu.Maine Shweta se pucha, “Kya kabhi apne pehle piche liya. Now all I needed to do was work out how to pilot the microwave. For tonight I ordered pizza from the local Domino’s, well it was never going to be from Pizza Hut, and had it finished before the groceries arrived.My evening was split between TV and games on the PS2, with a detour to email Cal with an account of my day, and read the rest of my emails, there was a lot of rubbish, a couple from friends back home, along the lines of how many surfer girls had I scored with so far. It seemed that my. His fingers were all over her front. ‘What are you doing?’ ‘I’m worried you are going to get in shape like your sister and I won’t have these to pester.’ Her hand was between his legs, squeezing something hard enough to make him yowl. ‘That’s disrespectful. You both have to worship what we have.’ The two of them were giggling up a storm. Paul and I looked at each other, asking if it was time for the bedroom and deciding not yet. These women were fun. Better if they decided when to invite us. I am afraid that I will start getting garbage pickup every day of the week. This story just goes to demonstrate the truth of the old adage, “Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it!” I have gone from wishing with all my heart and with all my soul to become the total, obedient, sissy slave of a beautiful, dominant Goddess, and I have gotten that wish, for which I am eternally greatful, but the ironic twist is that, in becoming Her slave, I have become what I never thought I would.