Mere college main bhi kai ladkon ne mujhe kaamuk najar se dekha tha.Aise main shuruwat main mujhe sharam aati thi.Lekin ek baar ek ladke ko maine itni...buri tarah daant diya ki uske baad mujhse kisiki baat karne ki bhi himmat na ho. Mera gora badan,lambe baal,patli kamar aur ubharte huye boobs ke na jaane kitne diwane the par maine thaan liya tha ki main abhi iske liye taiyaar nahi hoon.Main ussi ke saath relationship main padna chahti thi jo mujhse pyaar karta ho .Maine yeh bhi tai kia tha ki. I didn’t get back to our hotel room until that evening. You weren’t there, and that’s when I found that your clothes and bags were missing, as well. The hotel manager said that you’d ordered a taxi to the airport in the morning.”Her hands were twisting the brim of her hat, and I put my hand out to stop her. The first time we’d touched in over 13 years. We both looked at our hands, a little surprised at the spark that seemed to jump between us.“I was so pissed with you,” she continued, “and when. “Not even of being a slave.” … be abused, be used by you… He is as tall as he ever was, and with more body weight, but the mass is his body gone to seed. Staring contemptuously at the two small women in front of him, he lashes out, conferring slaps as if they were gifts, demanding obedience as if it were something owed. There is love for him in the sisters, but it is something twisted and wrong, shown through eyes as flat and lifeless as blue paint, eyes as dull and lusterless as brown wood.. Her five-foot frame is thin but not bony.It’s going to be delightful to destroy her in the prime of her life. She knows what to expect, but I doubt she’s truly mentally prepared for the things I’m about to do to her.“Get on your knees,” I tell her.“Yes, master” is her heavily accented reply. Her English is far from perfect, but she understands it very well.I walk up to her and grab her chin with my left hand. Her face is cute and small. It almost seems like it could fit in my hand. I slap her,.