She knew the belt was his way of trying to teach her obedience.She had always called her grandpa "Popoff," which was odd she supposed, but as a baby s...e couldn't ever say grandpa, so as she grew up the name Popoff somehow stuck. He wasn't her father, he was her grandfather, and his own kids called him Pop, so Popoff seemed like a good substitute.Mia hadn't dared to suggest to her grandpa that he should take the belt down and not hang it out for all to see, but the older she got the more it. This is the story happened while traveling from Bangalore to Hyderabad in Volvo bus. Well the day was Saturday well clouded rainy weather in Bangalore, I reached vrl bus stand near majestic around 8pm which my bus was at 10pm. The reason why I reached early is because of weather and traffic in Bangalore. The Bangalorians will surly enjoy this story and dream like my experience in future ha ha ha. Well you people all know the Bangalore the awesome city, garden city with full charming girl. So, as I wrote the story, I found that I really wanted to examine herraw, unfiltered personality so I could understand her better andexamine exactly how manipulative, scheming, unbalanced, and evil shewas. (It turns out the answer is: "very.") I then filtered it for themain story. So my curiosity about the character means that you get anextra chapter!Also, while I liked the story as it was, I couldn't shake the idea thatif Graham had made his documentary as you saw it, there would be. She would pull my pantyhose down, pull aside my tight red panties and start to ram the butt pug in and out as she deep throated my cock. All 5 and a half inches LOL. She would call me her bitch as she porked me and slobbered my pecker. She would belay the plug to pinch the shit out on my sensitive nipples as she licked the head of my cock. That dove me insane. She would make me cum in her mouth and then snowball my load in a deep kiss. Once we cleaned up, she would go home to her vanilla.