"How soon will you tire of me, Master?"Up he jumped again.Whish ... THWACK!The dog whip landed on the bed, missing her completely, and she felt mortif...ed that he would deprive her of the punishment he seemed to think she deserved."Just concentrate on the sex, or fuck off and send someone in who will," he snarled.For a while there was just the rhythmic movement of a man lazily tupping his woman. Her thoughts wandered to their relationship again."You know, I think it helps, not being in love with. Too close for coincidence. The longer I thought about it, the more convinced I was that the character had to be a barely disguised version of me. The page Mom had bookmarked was especially exciting -- that first scene of intimacy between mother and daughter."Glorious weather," she said softly, suddenly standing next to me."Mmmm, yes ... it is," I replied inanely, my mind filled with images of sapphic love, brought to life by my mother's words.Mom gave me a sweet smile that had my knees. OK guys lets come to the story. This story about how we bang our class reserved girl named Fathima. Lets us know first about Fathima. Fathima is a class intelligent and college topper in studies and also Anna University rank holder. Fathima is also good player in College girls hand ball throw came and Fathima won in college competition also. In class Fathima don’t speak with any boys and only Fathima looks at boys sometime only. So this irritated us, we decided to enjoy her in this upcoming. I thought of the number of officers George and I had dragged off, many of them never to return, shot while trying to escape was the usual phrase for their fate."I have some odd contacts, people that hear things," I said. "Perhaps I could help."She raised an eyebrow and sipped, watching me over the rim of her glass. Her eyes were large, dark brown, velvety lashed and her nose was finely chiseled. "I thought you worked on the docks." Yes," I thought fast and gave it up. "But I know folks here and.