Bola nahee bibi ji.Us ke ander aate hee thodi dair mein jor ki barish shuruu ho gai. Mein khus ho gai ki acha mousam ban giya hai. bhima baith giya ,b...hut khus tha boh jaise ki bahut bada khajana milne bala ho.maine dhoodh garam kar diya tha us mein thoda shahad bhee mila dala tha ki jara garam rehe. dhoodh use diya aur doosre room mein lay gayee jahan bed neeche laga diya tha maine apnee ghemsan chudai ki liye .Bhima bola bibi jee aap dono behne eik jaisee hee hain. Jija ji ke maze hain aap. "She didn't quite believe that she was simply accepting his word. He was going to torture her. And she wasn't fighting him. The words had such an oddly soothing effect on her.She winced with pain as he grabbed one wrist and pulled her across the bed. A quick loop and she was tied to one of the bedposts. Her other wrist quickly followed on the opposite bedpost. When he finished with her, she was bound spread-eagle on the bed.And she hadn't once fought him off. He didn't seem to expect it. She. Female POV“ so I can find it. Please keep in mind that this story is fictious and all characters are made up. All names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the authors imagination ornused in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this story are over 21 years old. My name is Michael and I’m a 35 year old reproduction engineer for REPOP INC. A company. ” Damien excused himself with a hurried lie, but in all actuality his pulsing cock gave him away. It pointed straight at Sam, who smirked. “I didn't know you were so...” his eyes met Damien's, “big.” He winked at Damien coyly. Blushing, Damien shifted somewhat uncomfortably. Sam noticed right away, and feeling as though he should rectify the situation, he spoke in a somewhat apologetic tone. “It isn't that I mean, you don't seem like you could be big, it's just that...wow. Are you like, eight.