Jab me room me gaya to dekha ki wo female clothes the, mene kaha ki me ye kaise pehan sakta hu to usne mujhe zor se thappad maar diya, me kuch seconds...k liye kuch samaj nahi paaya , wo boli ki slaves question ni karte hai. Mujhe pata tha ki wo ni maanegi to mene uski baat maan li. Waha grey thongs, aur white off shoulder dress thi. Dress mere sirf ass tak ko cover kr rahi thi. Mene jaise hi wo pehan k piche gumma to urvashi khadi thi, uske face pe evil smile thi aur usne haath me heels wale. No, she’d found websites on the Internet, really opened her mind. Femdom they called it and there was plenty of examples of girls not only exploiting Men but of Women dominating women, students their teachers, and Daughters their mothers.She’d get so turned on now by fighting and arguing with her Mother that Monique would start ranting at the most tedious of things. She knew her Mum would bite, especially if she said anything about the twins, and the argument would begin. Always ended the same. It was happened on 3rd May 2006, when Sapna’s mother went to Faisalabad because her sister was ill and now Sapna was alone at home, she called me on my mobile and said she had some problem in preparing her assignment and she needs my help and next day was the last day to submit the assignment and I had already completed that assignment. When I reached her home I came to know that Aunty is not home and when I asked Sapna where is Aunty she said “ She went to Faisalabad”, when I listened this my. . . Ahhhh. . . . . Ahhhh. . . . . . . Uff. . . . . . Abb main bas tumhari hoon Yuvraj. . . . . . . . I love u. . . . . . . Ahhhh”Fir maine usse ghodi banne ko kaha aur apna lund dal diya uski garam chut main. . . . Abb main jor jor se dhakke marne laga. . . . . ,uss dhakke k sath uske ball aage piche ho rahe the. . . . . . Aur wo unhe sambhal rahi thi aur jor jorse chilla rahi thi ha chodo mujhe aur zorse. . . . . . Ha. . . . . . . Ahhhhhg. . . . . . . Aur jorse. . . . . . . Main sirf tumhari.