Now ,I know it. uss time me ye sab batein nhi samjh sakti thi . I was 12 years only at that time ,jo me ye sab bagal k room s raat bhar dekh rahi thi..... thori der tak uncle ne gand k hole p hi thuka & bahar hi bahar asshole par uss thuk ko malte rahe. fir unhone 1 baar asshole p kafi jyada thuka & 1 ungli didi k asshole me sarka di . didi ko thori pareshani hui but 1 min me hi vo normal ho gayi . fir 5min tak uncle ne didi ki asshole me 1 finger s maalish ki & uske bad 1 baar fir kafi sara thuk. Then the set turned itself off.Dragging herself to the kitchen, she fumbled with the phone receiver. Which job would Mom be at today? Or was she out of town again? Phoebe couldn’t remember. But it didn’t matter, because no sooner did she touch the phone than it rang, startling her. She snatched it up and thrust the receiver to her ear. “Hello?” “Hello?” said a man’s voice. “Who is this?”The hair on the back of Phoebe’s neck stood up. “Mr. Dane?”“Is that you, Phoebe?”“Yes. Mr. Dane, why are you. Daria was an ethical person and I'm a thief. My self-styled radical opposition to the super-rich was just an excuse to defraud and exploit people who were no richer than my Mom." That's a big step forward for you, Daria," I said. "I'm proud of you."She settled down on her pillow and looked at the ceiling again. "You can call me Darla if you like. I succeeded in getting Daria accepted as my gang nickname, but that's just another part of my general phoniness."I tried to encourage her. "Well,. "There you go little sissy boy!"She said as she held a remote control switch inches in front of his face.With an exaggerated movement and a big smirk on her face, she lookeddirectly into David's horrified eyes, popped her gum loudly and pushed thebutton. A buzzing tingling sensation shot through him, and within secondshe was spurting and spurting his load into the needy receptacle.He groaned, screamed, biting down on the red ball as his hips bucked inrhythm to the up and down movement of the.