Then with some fear i gave an kiss on her cheeks. From that in call and in sms we had lots and lots of sex chat.Dhivya’s dad and mom both were worki...g, so she ill be alone in home except Sunday. So we both decided to move our relationship into the next level. Her parents and bro left at 9 in the morning. My mom and dad went to an relative home. I went to her home, as soon as she opened the door, i carried her to the bedroom. We both hugged each other very tight for about 5mins. Then we both had. It was a delicate topic for mother and daughter to discuss. Finally, sitting in the living room with the television tuned to a rerun of NCIS Los Angeles - she liked LL Cool J - and Cassandra curled up in the armchair, she took a deep calming breath and spoke."You've had sex, haven't you?" Mary said.Cassandra flushed. "Why do you ask?"It was Saturday, laundry day, and as Mary did the laundry she'd noticed Cassandra's panties. She recognized semen stains in the gusset when she saw them and it had. . etc, etc, etc. So of course I knew there was a man being used the same way I have been used and as soon as that show ends I imagine is me . . . . . That particular show had more to go because it seems that the “fuckers” had to change for new “fuckers”. The “fuckee” was the same. I don’t think he was changed. I hoped that my mistress Nancy was counting so that she could give me a count later to see who got more fucks. Oh yeah, I was in competition now. I wanted to be known as the. The thought of being a doctor has never excited me. It’s my father who chose my career path, he is a heart surgeon and wanted his little daughter to follow him into cardiology. Don’t for one minute think I’m a pushover, but I can’t exactly say, hey dad, I would rather be dancing poles and getting my arse felt by random men... could I? It’s not that I didn’t try and get a normal job to get me through uni. When I first arrived in London I got a job at as a waitress in a high-end Indian.