And, sometimes, yes, she loved sex with them.Yes, she could repress her desires, she could become a dull, monogamous wife, but... She wouldn't be happ.... She wouldn't be satisfied, really. And she would always have the feeling that there was some kind of monster inside her wanting to get out, like in "Alien".But it wasn't a monster. That's who she was. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was so pretty... But she wasn't her mom.She needed a man who would be able to understand that. And who. Ek din bhabhi ne kaha,DB: Kuch socha hai maine tumhare liye. Me: Han bolo.DB: Pehle ye batao mujhe kitna miss karte ho?Me: Ye kaisa question hai?DB: Batao na pehle.Me: Main apko itna miss karta hu ki roj raat ko apki pic dekhkar hilaate hue sota hu. Agar aaj aap mere saamne aa jao to main ek week tak apko kapde na pehnne du.DB: Chal pagal. I know you miss me. Even I miss you a lot baby but tumne mje itne achhe moments diye hai. I want to do something for you.Me: Han to karo fir. Apni sexy si. I got up and wrapped my bed sheet around my body. I walked over to my french doors, which lead out onto my balcony and pulled up the blind' s. Beyond my balcony is a public beach and at that time in the morning there were a few people jogging and checking out the surf. I needed to be exposed, I stood out on the balcony and let the sheet slip so that my right breast was showing. I licked my finger and rubbed it over my nipple, it grew hard once again so I let the sheet slip down further to. Much to her dismay, the man returned a moment later, his eyes bright. He held out his palm towards her. Nestled in them were three binder clips, taken from Robert's office. He reached Ashleigh and stroked her breasts, one at a time. He alternated between rubbing, pinching and rolling her nipple between his fingers. Once one was hard, he squeezed the clip and opened it, attaching it to her nipple. Her body bucked involuntarily, but she remained quiet. He repeated the process on the other. This.