Me use buhut baar meri god me bitha chukka hu.kahi baar mene uski zaban chusi hai.Sali buhut mithi hai gudia rani.me hamesha uska chahita hu use jo ch...hiye jaise chahiye me use deta hu.kabhi use kami nahi hone deta. Abhi thode din pehle hi uska birthday tha to usne mujhe bataya ki ab mom mujhse kehti hai ke bra pehan lu buhut kharab dikhta hai.meine bola ok didi me tujhe la kar dunga ya apun do no sath me jaa ke kharidenge. Vo buhut khush ho gayi ke bhaiyya ye mere man ki baat thi ki me pehli. "Hi Wilbur," she said and I stopped and asked her what was wrong.The beers were starting to get to her a little bit and she answered with the whole truth. "Wilbur, I'm big as an ox and twice as ugly. No man in his right mind would even look twice at me." She looked down at her glass of beer and than back up at me and said, "God dammit! I am so fucking lonely I could cry!" Which she started to do with great hiccuping sobs. Tears ran down her face and she grabbed me and began to cry on my. You just missed the lab rats. They swabbed, sc****d and sampled every inch of me. I'd like to see his family get him out of this one. He's fucked. I hope his cell mate is a black guy, with a huge dick, and a fanny-fetish."A few minutes later, a doctor came in, and I stepped out to let them talk. When he left, a few minutes later, I went back in. "Still alive?" I laughed. "Yes. You'll have to put up with me a little longer," she giggled, and handed me a prescription. "Could you get this filled. But the wife wasn't practicing anymore...The family had three studying boys. During weekend they tricked their father and gained access to his BDSM studio, while he was locked out and I was tied up over there... They ****d me multiple times. The lady of the house picked up groceries at that time, but when she was home again she freed me up with the spare key of the BDSM studio, together with her husband. For processing the trauma, she taught me to be dominant, with her sons as training.