Of course I'm sure that, being the younger of two girls, my father had probably been wishing for a boy. And while I was the one he took fishing and pl...yed catch with, I don't think that was a big influence. I just never liked playing dress up or anything like that. I remember absolutely hating it when I had to wear a dress of my mother or sister did something to my hair because we were going somewhere nice. I'd always look in the mirror and think I looked incredibly stupid like that. And before. God, some of the stories were good! I used to trawl through the Fetish and Loving Wives sections and it was always the Cuckold and Creampie ones that got me going. I spent months reading other peoples experiences and thoughts, never thinking it might once happen to me.Anyway, my Wife, Helen, used to take our youngest c***d to school and always walked there with her friend, Susan, and her c***d. They were always talking on the phone, texting, emailing etc, till one day Susan's partner, Dean,. She enjoyed live fucking, not only enjoyed but like the way Mukesh was pumping. But only 4-5 minutes would have passed and Pramila shouted,“ beta, mut chod, saali kutia ne itna choda kee bur injured ho gaya hai, mujhe chhod aur iss jawan randi ko chod…”But Mukesh continued pumping and said that he will not fuck anyone else.“ mummy, mujhe buss tum chahiye aur koi nahi….”But Pramila angrily pushed him,he fell off bed. She said loudly that if will not listen her then she will throw him out oh now. "It's going to hurt." I want it to hurt." You know what's going to happen." But you'll be the one doing it."He closed the cuff on her wrist. She lay back, her eyes shining. He picked up a pair of pliers and clamped them around her nipple. I flinched. She smiled."She's sick," Blair whispered.I nodded, and we got out of there. We explored the rest of the dungeon. I saw Suzanne's trace at a closed door. I was tempted to open it, but if there were men inside, we wouldn't have surprise on our side.