You know, your twin. Actually, it wasn't really her. Just another model who looks a lot like her. I think they're grooming her to take Stephanie's pla...e. Her name is Emily Fortescue, can you believe that?" Alison smirked."You went to bed with Emily?" Stephanie wasn't even there, just this Emily person. She was just as gorgeous, though. How do you like that, two people who look like you. We got along okay, maybe because we're in the same business. So, she kept looking at my boobs, and telling me. Ti mirror made pahat pathmori ubhi hoti..tine kes neat vinchrun tyat gajra lavlela hota.Ticha angavar fakt pink colorchi panty hoti. Tichi mokli path..khali nang gorya mandya pahun kush tichakade pahatch rahila..tyane bhanavar yeun tila “Kaku” mhanun awaj dila an ti bhanavar ali. Tyachyakade valun tine aaple boobs hatane zakun gyaycha prayatn kela. To paryant tiche gulabi nipple n golakar stan tyachya najret bharle hote. Tyane najar valvun ghetlya sarkhe kele. Tine tyala 10 minute made ale. I wanted to be someone other than a utility to Matt. An utility. An umbrella. A yellow flower. Fuck English.He was tired and happy as he washed my hair. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. That was the worst part of my slavery, enjoying it. No one did, not all the time, but it was trivial to find some moments were I loved it. It had just been a warm afternoon. We had watched pirated movies on Robin’s computer; Superman vs The Elite and The Flashpoint Paradox. I actually liked Superman. "Are you alright", he asked. "Do you want me to stop?" Carolyn shook her head vigorously, even though she was unable to stop the tears. "It does hurt", she admitted. "But I knew that it would. I want this, so please, keep going. Use my asshole and don't stop until you're finished." Jacob nodded and, grabbing her waist, pushed forward even further, although he went slowly. Carolyn was very thankful for that, as it allowed her time to get used to the large rod that was tunneling deep into her.