I went to my native for one of my close relative death. As I need to back to support US shift I started back to Chennai around 11 AM from that village... As soon as I get in the bus I searched seats for my convenient, I always try to sit behind ladies seat and try to touch and rub the hip part. I found my heroine was sitting left side window seat. I tried to reach the seat; my bad luck another lady had reached the seat before I sit.I felt disappointed and sat right side to her seat and was. I mean anyone; Men, women, boys, girls, her neice(for the past 8 years), singles mostly but sometimes couples or threesomes. A woman who likes us all to abuse and use her and enjoys it. Who gets off on pain and being a secret, submissive, cum slave for us all.And as you picture her know this. All you see is the smile. The halo but not the horns holding it up, and its her hidden horns that you should fear most, her wings and halo are for pleasure only. If she’s an angel her winged are black from. I let myself into their house, and although the lights were out downstairs, there were clearly lights on upstairs, so I went up the stairs, and realised that the light was coming from the spare room. As I turned to go into the room, I got the shock of my life. Spreadeagled on the bed, tied by her wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed in a star formation, was a young naked and very beautiful girl. She also had a ball-gag in her mouth, but was staring at me with friendly eyes, and so I. Roman changed out of his suit for a white short-sleeved shirt, grey linen shorts that stopped just on the knee and designer sandals built for hard walking that cost as much as the black Italian shoes he’d just shed. He switched off his mobile phone and placed that and his briefcase into a filing cabinet and locked it. Slinging his backpack over his left shoulder, he went into the outer office and kissed Paula-Jean, the married receptionist who occasionally strayed his way. She said, enviously,.