Bhaiya ne mere pooree choot haath me thham lee aur meri poori choot ko daba diya aur bole ” haye ritu meri bahan kya cheez hai too…kya mast badan ...ai ..hhhmmm ssss hhaaaaa..” bhaiya ne meri andar kee janhghe bade pyar se chhomee aur sahlate huye Meri jangho ko faila diya…aur meri chut ko buri tarha maslne lage. Mujhe bahot maja ane laga..main sikari bhare lagi. Bhai aur josh me masalne lage chut ko.Masal masal ke main 2-3 baar jad chuki thi toh gela ho gaya tha bahot. Bhai ke haathe bhi gile ho. I’d caress my breasts, imagine it was your hands caressing me, and then touching…fingering me, fingering myself as I imagined the two of us fucking.’ I had in fact done the same, though never telling anyone of course. Especially her. Thinking at the time that Jenny despised me, hated me…which in a way she did, though for reasons at the time I hadn’t understood. Now I did. ‘I would come so hard thinking about you, thinking about this…wondering if we’d ever actually be doing anything like this. He also owns a Mercedes Cayenne. But he never gave me a credit card.I was not allowed to work and make my own money. Not that I ever wanted to, but just to show you the kind of man he is. I always had to ask him when I wanted something. I must admit that he almost always said yes, but it just goes to show you how un-emancipated he is.He didn't want me to work in the house. Not that I either wanted or needed to; we had a cook and a cleaner. But just to show you again how he always decided for. He attached a leather parachute with weightsand a leash and the stood and gently tugged the leash which forced my ballstogether in a crushing motion and sent deeper waves of pain through my body. I realised he had me by the balls completely and listened to him as he toldme to kneel on the bath mat and wait while he showered. I did as I was toldand when he emerged noted that he had soap suds still dripping from his cockand balls. He followed my eyes and laughed saying here is your first task,you.