He slowly backs me up against the wall and while holding my face, he kisses me. But not just any kiss. It was as if he was starving for me. I started...to feel hot. I couldn’t tell if it were from the heat from the fireplace, or if it was just my body temperature rising. I could literally feel his hands gently running up and down my neck as he devoured me. Next thing I know, he pins me against the wall with my legs wrapped around his waist. My soaking wet dress bunched up at my hips. I can feel. Mom, already in a vicious downward spiral, complied. Randy became my mother's Master and later her pimp. As I grew up, I saw hundreds of men coming to our door and handing 60 bucks to Randy. Some'd walk away with a small baggie and some'd be ushered into a room where my mom waited in her underwear or a small robe. The session never lasted for more than 10 minutes. If it went over, Randy'd send me into the room, asking for food. Almost always I'd see a man's naked butt and feet between mom's. N use diwar se chipka k chodna shuru kiya…Kya maza aa rha tha.Aisa maza kabhi ni mila tha mjhe..Kabhi 3 min tk use is position me chodne k baad wo boli dogy style.Me ho gyi and maine use usi style me khoob choda..Pure kamre me aaaaa aaaah hhhh hhhh hh hhhhh aaaa aaah hhhhh puchhh pucchhh pucchhh uuuu mmmh hhhhh hhhh aaaaahhh hhhhh ki awaz aa rhi thi..Ye chudai kareeb 15 min chali the mai jhadne wala ttha maine kaha kaha nikallu..Wo boli is choot ki garmi ko thanda kar do…N 10-12 jordar dhakko k. ”“You don’t care for him much, do you?” The younger girl asked, her eyes looking over the glove.“It isn’t that,” her aunt disagreed. She paused a moment, her face drawing close in concentration. “He’s proven his worth to the Empire a thousand times over again. His counsel to Radu has always been wise and measured.”The woman winced. “I just don’t trust him...”Her voice trailed off as she winced again. “Or rather, I don’t trust what he can do. I trust the man, but the power he wields is ....