” I took his hand and looked at his little boy lost face. “Oh God, what have I done?” I thought. I squeezed his hand, then, out loud, said, �...I’ll be okay. I am not used to being waited on but I suppose I could get used to it.” He smiled, as did I but I wasn’t sure. Was there something in his voice that doubted we would be? “I rang work for you. Told them what you have done.” “Oh, right. Thank you. What did they say?” “They said you were not to worry and just to get better. They also asked. Due to the reason she holds my hand on some occasion I even touched her boobs which she never mind that day we enjoyed a lot in the beach. Even though she is in college our age is same because I was joined in the school late due to which I was lacked by 2 years so I called her by her name and she also call me by my name on the next day my aunt and sisters went for shopping while both of us stayed in home while she went to take nap in the bedroom and I was watching the TV while that I found the. She groaned in pain. She slowly slid her panties up over her long legs and then reached into another drawer to pull out a pair of sweatpants and a loose fitting shirt. She clutched the clothes tightly to her chest, which she found was also sore, and walked slowly to her bedroom door. Samantha realized it was already late in the afternoon and she thought that she should stop taking the pills so that she could get back onto a regular schedule. She opened her bedroom door and glanced around. No. She had wanted sex with her men friends in America and even with the Tunisian boys. She had had no choice with the officer earlier, but now she was bending over and opening herself to get out of being whipped.As she steadied herself and waited for the entry of this hated man's prick, she heard him laugh, and say something to the girl in the next cage.CRACK.Another lash came down on her arse, almost making her fall. Quick as a flash he had her by the hips and plunged deep into her pussy. To her.