Phir usne aise harkt k eke mere sanse ukd gye. Usne mera land apne muh me le ke chusne lgi. Main pagl ho gya tha. Vo use lollipop ke trh chus rhe the....Apni jib se chat rhe the. Supse ko apne danto se kat rhe the. Lag rha tha ke jise vo use kha jyege. 5 min ke bad maine use bad pe sidha lita dya. Maine uske upr aa gya. Ause lips ko chusne lga. Jise maine apne land ka supda use chut pe lgaya to usne siskare bri. Phir vo boli janemn phli bar hai jra aram se. Maine hlka sa push kya. But land andr. And every so often, a painful moan would escape. She could wiggle her fingers, a little. But that was about the extent of it.I had to do something to help her. It was breaking my heart watching her endure such pain. But what could I do? I was tied up pretty good myself. First thing I tried was to just break out using my manly muscles. That got me nowhere. I struggled as hard as I could for about fifteen minutes, pulling yanking, rolling back and forth. All I got was hot and sweaty. Then I. Lifting the veil... the kiss... thewedding night... and nine months later...But daydreams always end. Back to my daily dusting and cooking andcleaning and the everlasting laundry, so much of it mine, with me in mylace-trimmed black frock, hourglass-waisted corset, rustling petticoats,starched apron, matching bra and panty, smoky nylon stockings, blackpatent heels, and a ruffled maid?s cap in my hair. There was work to do.There was always work for a maid to do. I practice wiggling my bottom asI. ..I was about 17 and walking around during a warm summer night when I got thefamiliar urge to touch myself. As usual I was wearing my tighty wities andwanted to feel more "sexy" so I pulled out my pocket knife and pulled them upand over my jeans waistband. While walking I started cutting the elastic bandand through the fabric. As I got through the waistband a car drove by theopposite way I was walking. I'm sure the person driving got a look at me andwhat I was doing. I walked down a less.