I looked at myself, my body, my face. And I saw myself. I was free, I was floating, I was out of control and not restrained, while being chained by hi... commands and words.“What are you, bitch? Look at yourself, look yourself in the eyes and tell yourself what you are. What are you, girl?”I looked at myself and I couldn’t find the words. I was so close. I was moaning. I needed relief.“Say it!”“I am a whore, Master”“No, don’t tell me, girl, tell yourself. Do it!”“I am a whore!”, I said to my. Meri mummy 42 saal ki hai. Unka naam sangita hai. Wo dikhne me jyada sunder nahi par fig mai achhi hai. Boobs bade bade hai aur patli kamar hai. Wo hamesha saari pahan ti hai. Ghar mai bhi saari hi pahanti hai. Mere papa ka gov. servent hai aur ek behan hai jo mujhse badi hai. Wo dikhne bohat sunder hai aur fig. bhi achha hai. Ye do mahine pahle ki baat hai. Us din mai, mummy aur didi mere chacha ke ghar gaye the ghar wapas ate waqt shyam ho gayi thi. Hum bus ke liye wait kar rahe the. Bus stop. As I worked her clit she arched her back and let out a slight moan – she was climaxing and I could taste her fluid as it began to flow. I pushed her knees back exposing her pert little asshole. It was puckering and I ran my tongue all around her opening. Then I stuck my tongue in her hole and began to lick her out.“Oh - God damn Ali - what are you doing?”“Why I’m giving your asshole a rim job sweetie. Don’t you like it?”“Oh My God - fucking too right I like it. I never …”“There seems to be a. We agreed to meet at analternative friendly restaurant/bar downtown. As I walked into the bar Isaw him sitting in a booth and I walked right over saying as I gotthere, "Bill it is so."I stopped in mid-sentence.As he stood up to greet me I noticed he was six inches shorter that hisprofile said. While he gave me a hug, I smelled body odor. He said,"Briana you are more beautiful in person that in your photos."He guided me onto the same side of the bench as he was sitting.There was a glass of.