“Is it that time?”“I’m all PMSy and I can’t stop crying and I’m sorry.”She buried her head against my shoulder and sobbed as Lissa reach...d to rub her tummy.“Don’t worry, Little One,” she said. “I know a cure for pre-menstrual cramps. I used to have them all the time.”“Used to? You don’t have cramps anymore? I hate you!” Melody sobbed more furiously.“I stopped having cramps after I got pregnant.”Melody sniffed and pulled away from me to turn toward Lissa.“I don’t really hate you. I love you,”. "Please don't be angry, Sir. I was at the munch last night too and I was sitting at the next table from you. You probably didn't notice me because you were talking to others, but I overheard you."I heard how you talked about BDSM and the way you made it sound so wonderful. I have wanted to find someone who was so serious and dedicated to The Life but I haven't been able to. You sounded so knowledgeable and so smart... I just wanted to meet you."You see, I have tried to find a Dom I could. . Which can squzze our cocks very hard … I like it ….i first made her my nice friend and chatted sexy things with her.. And one fine day she asked me if I could come to her place. I said ok and went with her. She stays very close to the college and has got a big two storeyed house.she also confessed me that she liked to see hindu complete men….that is complete strong dicks…she said she and her elder sister liked hindu boys very much..She asked me to sit in her bedroom and make myself feel at. You couldn’t have been padding your bra all these years. Not the way you dress.” “Daddy?” I asked. “You shouldn’t be touching me like that.”He snorted. “As if every boy at your school touched you like this? Probably a few of your teachers, too.”I gasped in indignation. “I’m a virgin daddy. Honest.”“A virgin?” he growled. He grabbed the front of my blouse. “Why are you wearing something like this? Usually, you wear something cut so low I’m surprised your tits don’t pop out. I don’t know what to.