That night, Paul and Haylie went out on their date. They first went to dinner at a downtown seafood restaurant followed by dessert at the local, frequ...ntly crowded ice cream shoppe. There, they people watched while eating ice cream sundaes; hers was a strawberry sundae while Paul had a hot fudge sundae. Haylie then noticed a tall, gorgeous redheaded goddess waiting in line. In the looks department, she was a cute yet much shaplier version of Faye Reagan and a way hotter redhead than Lindsay. “I’m going to tie you up and fuck you, slut. How do you feel about that?” I shake my head under your hand, and you drop the rope to stick your knife back in my throat. “Tell me you want me to fuck you, whore. Tell me what you want me to do.” You draw your palm from my lips and I mutter, “I want you- I want you to fuck me.” “Want WHO to fuck you, slut?”“Y-you?” I whisper, shivering with anticipation. “Me, Sir. Say Sir, slut.” You slap me with the back of your hand, gently enough that the sound. Phir chachi thoode der tak kuch nahi boli mai bhi chup chap wahi kahda raha. aur phir ek dam se chachi roone lage maine poocha kyaa hua tounhone bataya ki tum kya jano raju ek arurat ke ander lage aag ko mai kitne pareshan hu.Tumhare chacha to saal mai 2-3 baar aate hai uss mai bhi hum log ek ya do baar hee sath mai soo pate hai. Is samay mere chachi ek light green colour ke sleevless blouse aur saree mai khade the wo aabhi naha kar aae the unkeee sareee baal khuli aur unke pass se ek bohoot. "While you're talking to her," she said, "ask your mother if she had aname chosen for you in case you were going to be a girl." Please, Sarah?" I pleaded, but she had already placed the call."It sounds like such a sissysh thing to do," she said, in a hush voice,with her palm over the microphone, "or we could always try..." shecontinued, making the spanking gesture with her hands.I felt tears starting to flow down my cheeks as my mother answered."Hello Sarah," she sounded over the speakerphone,.