Slowly, agonizingly, I trailed a finger down the length of my pussy, trailing over the juices that appeared with complete willingness. After a moment,...I was about to push a finger into my tight hole, when my body seemed to freeze.What is this? I wondered, willing my body to prepare itself for something horrid. I could do nothing, though, as a colorless, freezing cold hand fell over my eyes like a snow-cold veil.....I awoke to a cold, very white room. My back rested on a metal table, much like. Kuchh kam k liye vo niche juki to mai unke bade bade boobs dekh raha tha jo ki pink bra main bandh the. Aise dekhte hue usnhone mujhe dekh liya to sharmaya or padhai mai dhyan dene laga.Fir jab tution chhuta to hum sab bachche nikal rahe the to unho ne mujhe kaha ki tu thodi der ruk ja baki sabko jane de. To maine man me socha ki aaj to dant padne wali hai or vo 10 minuts k bad room se aayi to mai chowk gaya kyoki usne jeans or t-shirt pahni hui thi. Jisme uske boobs or gaaand ka bhar saaf saaf. Almost sadly. “You don’t understand how pleased I am. I made a promise to Roger’s mum that I never had the courage to follow through with you Anna. Anna’s dad and I tried pissing games in a very small way for a few years before he was killed, I guess you were too young to notice. After his funeral, his mum had me make this promise.”She was actually crying now. She doesn’t do crying, last time I remember was at the funeral, and I lived pretty close to her for 7 or eight years after that.“Then. She was particularly happy that she had beaten Andy at miniature golf – although, to be fair, he was the least skilled person on the course and a seven-year-old with a plastic putter stood a good chance at besting him.As the group had moved away from the main building, they had joined up. As Paul had predicted, there was no one else behind them – perhaps verifying that playing miniature golf on a Friday night was for losers."My parents will never let me stay there," Elizabeth said, shaking her.