Then I went and gave him my boobs to suck. He was inexperienced, and after 10 minutes of sucking, he said that his jaw is aching. I saw him with anger...and slapped him hard.Me: Rand hai tu mera. Main jaisa bolungi waise karneka. Jyada shanpatti nahi karneki. (You are my gigolo. You will do whatever I say. Don’t try to be over-smart)I got some cigarettes from the drawer and started to smoke. Then I again sat on his chest and started to blow smoke on his face. Then I took a sip and exhaled all the. Search your heart and you will know the truth. You have the same ability to feel the good and bad as I do. You have held those feelings at bay most of your life. You remember the story you told me when you were about 12 years old and there was a light colored womanly figure standing at the end of your bed. You described your feelings of warmth and peace but you were still scared because you have never seen such things, so the figure disappeared. That figure was your guardian angel and it sensed. "That's okay. We're family, so I guess that stuff shouldn't bother us." That's easy for you to say," I said. "Your boobs aren't going around poking people."She laughed. The other bedrooms were a ways down the hall, and there was a bathroom between us and the next room, so no one could hear us."I don't have enough room," she said, twisting her body. "The floor would be better than this. I don't want to have to sleep like this for a week." What are you saying? You want me to sleep on the. " That's true, but I brought you down here to find those sensitive spots." Debbie explained.Meagan stood up and stared at her mother in disbelief. "Oh, my, god! You want me to play with myself? I don't do that." Why not? Everyone does sooner or later. It feels good." Eww! Gross!"Debbie pressed on, "How do you know it's gross if you've never tried it."Meagan countered, "Well, how do you know I haven't tried it and just didn't like it?" Debbie just looked at her daughter with an ironic smile on.