I took a couple of one-handed shots of our reflection. Then I turned toward her and, taking her elbow, slowly turned her to the left before edging aro...nd to stand facing her. Even though she was nearly naked her face was sweating, her expression more anxious than ever. Especially when I placed my hand on top of her head, indicating that she should kneel. “No, Jonathan, I can’t!” she cried out. “Please don’t make me...” Her voice trailed off and she gestured miserably toward my zipper. “...Suck. Also the nick was not to my likes. At second look I noticed what I do like.Like for instance the looks of the lady involved and her need for my massage.By massage I mean my 'massage extraordinaire', like in my short sexy stories,about the belly dancer who landed on my massage table with its special straps.By some sexy messaging I soon know what she really wants, in my humble opinion.Abuse at times is what turns her on, as she found out by some sexy experiences.I have other plans for her, as I. Bhabhi: ooh look who is angry, what will you do, oh wait i know that you can only fuck me that too if am there but am far away from you so i think you masturbate thinking of me, right?Me: really bhabhi you want to test my patience.Bhabhi: I think dirty boys don’t have patience. What you want my lovely bastard?Me: omg it is true sometimes it is very hard to understand ladies.Bhabhi: yeah men will not be men when they see the same ladies remember?Me: ok madam you won, now can I get some naughty. She gave him a sad pout. “I just wanted to have fun.”“I think you’re taking advantage of me,” he said. His grip on her hips tightened.“Ow, you’re hurting me,” she said.“Ever since your mother left you’ve been acting out. You stay out late, dress like a slut, and walk around with your face painted like a whore.”Danni bit her lip. She tried not to cry but the tears trickled out anyway. He was so mean when he was drunk.“Daddy, you’re hurting me,” she said.“Do you know what happens to little girls.