She smiled to herself as she walked to the bus stop, it was a pleasant morning - the sun shone brightly and a gentle breeze blew along the street. She...nodded to the postman's cheery greeting as he cycled past. It was a wonderful day and she was going to town to do some shopping. Her room had been freshly decorated and she wanted to get the finishing touches -new curtains and maybe some matching cushions.As she neared the stop, she noticed a familiar figure waiting for the bus as well. She stood. Unki super hot kamar patli si aur motii moti gaand jese kitne ton doodh bhara ho unke shareer mein. Acha unkaa naam vese riti hai aur kahani shuru karta hun.Din teyohaaro ka tha. Didi bde time baad ghar wapis aayi thi. Hamare pass punjab or unki chal dhal baat chit mein fark mujhe khaas tor pe nazar aane laga. Jab woh ghar aayi to mummy daddy kisi kaam se jammu gaye the or didi ke saath sirf main hi ghar pe akela tha. Main pehle toh acha behave karta unke saath. Lekin dheere dheere muje shak. .." I am," I pleaded. "I'm completely helpless. He could have done anything to me; anything at all." ... that in your helpless state ... with your emotions high..." he was pausing every few words, searching for the right script; I wanted to applaud him, he was doing brilliantly. A lesser man would have simply stepped up to the plate and started fucking. " ... that feelings ... seemingly opposed feelings ... would overcome you." I ... I suppose," I sobbed."For example," he continued. "Here you. The officer comes to the driver’s window. “Good morning officer, what seems to be the problem?” John asks in a clear submissive tone.“You ran through a stop light back a couple of blocks,” the officer says to John.“I need to see your license and registration. How long have you had this truck?” The officer asks John.“Just a couple of weeks sir,” John says following my directions.“How does a punk like you afford a new truck?” the officer says to John.“Because I bought it for him,” I say to the.