Ab story pado.yeh dailogs hain kyonki story ka asli mazaa dailogs main hi hota hai.Ajay: aur sone jaisa badan chandni raat me meri bahon me hi aur min... tumhe ghar me akeli nangi nahate hue pakar bathroom se utha liyaAjay: tum chatpatati hoPriya: hai kya karte ho jijuPriya: didi aa jayegiPriya: choro naAjay: are wah isi nangi sali ki garam gost ko kaise chor dunPriya: hai daiya jijajiAjay: use to rrat bhar club me hi rahne doPriya: bahar kaha le ja rahe hoAjay: are aaj sali ko chandniraat me. In the centre of the clearing sat what appeared to Beth to be a table set on a low pedestal. Just behind it stood a large statue of a Polynesian deity of polished teak wood and decorated with jungle flowers and painted jewelry. The table’s edges carried straps and anchors clearly meant to hold down anyone lying on the table. Before she could speak to Riff, to protest, her worst fears were confirmed as Brian and Riff each took a wrist and snapped a leather bondage cuff around it. Her ankles. They had shut the door, but from my room, I could hear mom's sweet moans, whimpers and cries of pleasure, and I had laid in my bed, stroking myself over and over again, listening to my sweet, busty mom get defiled by a black man on her bed.I had woken up that night with a start, unsure of what time it was. From the dim light I guess it was just the hour before dawn. I realized it had been the sound of a door slamming shut that had woken me up. Carefully, I made my way to mom’s bedroom. Apart. 'Dismissed', she barked and ordered me to follow her. She went down into the bowels of the vessel and stood outside the room that I was locked in when I first arrived on board.'Open up', she shouted at Chrissie, who was still sporting the chastity belt. Chrissie ran from the end of the corridor and unlocked the door. Inside was the Captain from the cargo ship who looked dreary-eyed. The room stank of shit with a huge turd lying on some straw that had been put down.'Take him upto the showers and.