... yesssss! Please fuck me ?"All of a sudden he slaps one cheek hard while pulling on the chain lightly choking me and says: "Did you forget somethin........ Pet?!" Yes, Sir, I am sorry Sir. Please fuck me Sir?? Make me your pet bitch, Sir?" Good Girl! .... and yes you are about to get just that!"About that time he started slowly sliding in and out of me and within moments had picked up the pace and kept it up just pounding away at me. It seemed like hours of fast and then slow methodical. I wanna have fun again."Now fun can mean anything. Fun could mean drinks, laughs, food, or just plain girl talk; I however, was hoping she'd figure out what fun I was talking about. After more idle chit chat, I finally coaxed her into going out with me again. It took so long, she contends, because her husband was in town. Either way, it's probably good he travels and travels far. As they say, out of sight out of mind. I debated forever what would be the best thing to wear so that the fly would. Nothing.He had slept better than he could have imagined – he had expected nightmares, at the least. I guess all that practice at the archery butts paid off, he mused as he slowly got dressed. It had been a strange experience, yet somehow so calming, standing next to someone and firing arrow after arrow, not even looking to see where he’d hit, trusting his aim and losing himself in the rhythm. It reminded him of cold mornings as a child when he’d escape outside to practice rather than listen to. I told her that Chachu I upstairs and I would keep an eye on Reena as she could be seen from the kitchen window. Chachi sat on the floor and started sucking my lun. This is the perfect size she said, Veru’s is too big and thick, I can’t even suck it good neither can I take it all in my pussy, did Rennu take all? She asked. Yes I said. Sali challu rundi she said, yes I replied and told how Chachu was swearing at her mother, sister and her Chachi and how she was enjoying it. Mujhe jo chahte ho.